Before the change of owners
That was where we’d play
Back in a pink bungalow
Along a winding trail

With signposts to direct you
Or you would soon be lost
We made our little love nest
Surrounded by the stars

Ropes and fine dark chocolate
A camera always near
Far enough away
So no one else could hear

A drink first at the Polo Lounge
Two guests from out of town
Our eyes just on each other
Regardless who’s around

Fallen out of favor
We’ve moved on to new no-tell
But we still recall it fondly:
The Beverly Hills Hotel.