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Hotel Valet Video (MV)




Performed By: Tennis
Language: English
Length: 3:54
Written by: Alaina Moore, Patrick Riley




Tennis - Hotel Valet Lyrics
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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 the door

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

Baby, I've been up 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
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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 the door

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

Baby, I've been up 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
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Writer: Alaina Moore, Patrick Riley
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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