| I’m a slave to her, slave to her love |
| I’m a slave to her, slave to her love |
| I’m a slave to her, slave to her love |
| I’m a slave to your love, it’s who you are that I cry |
| When I met you in that hotel room |
| I could tell that you were so bad news |
| But I keep messing with ya, messin' with ya |
| And now you’re messing with me, messin' with me |
| I keep going back to this hotel room |
| I just don’t know what the hell to just tell you |
| But I like messing with ya, messin' with you |
| Girl, now you’re messing with me, messin' with me |
| This hotel room |
| You put me in, my love |
| Look, girl, I love you |
| You know me, girl |
| Better than I know myself, my love |
| Hotel hell, ooh |
| When I met you in that hotel room |
| I could tell that you were so bad news |
| But I keep messing with ya, messin' with ya |
| And now you’re messing with me, messin' with me |
| I keep going back to this hotel room |
| I just don’t know what the hell to just tell you |
| But I love messing with ya, messin' with you |
| Girl, now you’re messing with me, messin' with me |