Songs

Who’s there? Ohhh, it’s you! You look just the type.
Why don’t you please come in?
Oh, wilkommen, welcome, bienvenue
Welcome to this paradise of sin.
The only condition of your admission
Is to out your inhibitions and come in.
Pleasure beyond measure is our sinecure, our treasure,
Our signature, our sine qua non.
Responsibility is iniquity here at Hôtel Babylon.

Oh, wilkommen, croeso, bienvenue,
Here you can gratify your every whim.
They say there are seven, but I know at least eleven
Of the deadlies that run medlies within.
Oozing, boozing, limitless consuming,
Anything you think of we have done.
Simply kick aside your duties to experience the beauties
Of desecrating cuties here at Hôtel Babylon.

Ciao Bella, bonjour, bienvenue,
It's time to let your longings run wild.
If submission is your mission, we’ve got experts in contrition
Who will grant your every wish in any style.
Forget the needs of others and the warnings of your mothers,
Simply sink your soul in suppurating bliss.
At this establishment, we don’t do blandishment,
Only selfish fun you cannot miss.

Konitchywa et bonjournay,
It’s time to find your je ne sais quoi.
It might be that you lightly slap a fireman in a nightie
While you disco eating candy from your bra.
Deep tissue, Swedish, honeymoon or Amish,
Chocolate buttons sprinkled on your tum.
Whatever the flavour of your fantasies' endeavour
I can guarantee it’s here at Babylon.

Creamy, dreamy, positively seamy, silky smooth or rough.
However wild your fantasy, this place has got your stuff.
So kick aside your marriage vows and any other sacred cows,
Let self-indulgence be your little song,
Rip off your kegs and see clouds of ecstasy
In Hôtel Babylon.

What’s that you say, the price? Ohhh.. don’t worry about that. You’ll find out soon enough.