Checking In

I got off the train at Penn Station. And I felt like giving someone a buzz, but I really wanted to speak to my kid sister Phoebe. Only I figured it was too late and my parents would answer and wonder why I was calling so late. So I gave up on that idea, and instead got myslef into a cab downtown.
I found myself a crumby little hotel that I'd be able to stay in for a few nights. It really was lousy. When I looked out of my room's window I looked out onto the other side of the hotel, no view or nothing. So I started to look into other people's rooms, not in a funny way mind. Just to see what they were up to.
All of the people that I saw were dirty bastards. There was one guy that dressed up as a woman then started parading around his room, checking himself out in the mirror. In this other room there was a young couple fooling around spitting water on each other's faces. Thats jsut weird, why would you do that to a pretty girl's face? The whole place was full of perverts. It was disgusting. I mean I'm a sex maniac, I just don't fully understand it.