Man In A Suitcase - The Police

I’d invite you back to my place

It’s only mine because it holds my suitcase

It looks home to me alright

But it’s a hundred miles from yesterday night

Must I be the man in a suitcase

Is it me, the man with the stranger’s face

Another key for my collection

For security I race for my connection

Bird in a flying cage you’ll never get to know me well

The world’s my oyster a hotel room’s a prison cell

Must I be the man in a suitcase

Is it me, the man with the stranger’s face

I’d invite you back to my place

It’s only mine because it hold my suitcase

It looks like home to me alright

But it’s a hundred miles from yesterday night