Room Service

Oh dear Rosanna, what shall I do?

I called room service and they sent along you

You came in, met me with a grin

If only you knew, It's all right

You don't speak English, I don't know Chinese

I ordered breakfast for one and you brought me three

My morning call was Arabs in the hall

And you spit half my tea, but, It's all right

You look uneasy, you move to and fro

There's nowhere to put down your tray without moving my clothes

Just when I think you're going to turn pink

You say to my surprise, It's all right