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