Room Service - John Watts

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 spilt 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