Hotel Valet - Tennis/Alaina Moore/Patrick Riley
Composed by：Alaina Moore/Patrick Riley
I've been up
In the clouds
Only you can
Bring me back to my body
You worked the graveyards and you slept through the day
Wearing the uniform of hotel valet
I worked the kitchen when I carried your plate
Who would've known that I was serving you fate
What had I been doing
Was I at the door listening
What had I been doing
Was I at the door listening
What had I been doing
Was I at the door listening
To your frantic Latin
I was at the door
I was at
I was at the door
I was at
Down my neck
Beads of sweat
Nothing untouched
Not my face not my body
You worked the graveyards and you slept through the day
Wearing the uniform of hotel valet
I worked the kitchen when I carried your plate
Who would've known that I was serving you fate
Been to the fountain
Drink from the fountain
What had I been doing
Was I at the door listening
What had I been doing
Was I at the door listening
What had I been doing
Was I at the door listening
To your frantic Latin
To a stone cold miracle
Pa-da-da-da-pa-da-da
Pa-da-da-da
Pa-da-da-da-da-da
Baby I've been stacking cups
Over and under I raised the stakes
Saw the sun come up rearranging cups
In and out of the kitchen hands full of plates
Hands full of plates
