May I take your order?
Bourbon rocks, splash of water
Comin' right up
Comin' right up
All alone? Don't be nervous
Bruno's here baby, I'm at your service
Tending your cup
Sit down, belly up
Ask for anything and I'll say-yup!
Comin right up
Need a match? On the double
Sulphur preparation, that's no trouble
Comin right up
I got that comin right up
What's that? Am I free later?
Let me put it this way
Does a comet leave a crater?
I'll check my book-my, my, what luck
A bottle of our best champagne
Comin right up
We toasted everything
That's worth imagining
She told me stories that would melt a stone
I managed to just keep hold of myself
She blew a little kiss, so shy and sensuous
Then disappeared into the night alone
She left a map on a ten-dollar bill
Underneath her glass in a vodka spill
Midnight I pushed the buzzer
Guessed right cause it was her
Ninety-ninth floor
Baby, It's Bruno I'll be right up
I knock-I take a look in
High heels-dinner cookin'
Yes, thank you make mine
A Manhattan bone dry
Don't forget that little cherry on top!
Comin' right up
Writer(s): Brock Patrick Walsh
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