Courtyard Marriott, you’re so sweet;
I’m lyin’ in my bed with slippers on ma’ feet!
In the mornin’ I’ll make coffee in your little coffeepot —
And I’ll stay forever, okay, well maybe not!
Courtyard Marriott, you’re so fine;
In the place downstairs, you even sell wine!
I’m not the type’a girl to get drunk late at night —
But I’m gettin’ super grumpy, so maybe I just might!
Courtyard Marriott, won’tcha tell me please,
Why is it when I stay here I always gotta freeze —
‘Cause the last time I stayed here it was the same thiiiiiiiiiiing —
Your air conditioner wasn’t working right and I tried to turn it off or turn up the temperature and it didn’t work then and it’s not working now and I’m so cold that I’m using an extra blanket and I know what you’re saying, “Why don’t you just move rooms?” but it’s late and I’m tired and my stuff is in the drawers and in the closet and you should see the bathroom sink covered with all my toiletries and I just can’t dooooooooooo iiiiiiiiiit!
:: deep breath, big finish ::
See ya in the morning, my Courtyard Marriott!
:: jazz hands ::