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One, two, three, hit it, boy Whoa! Oh-oh 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" I'll be right with you Ooh, need a match? On the double, sulfur preparation That's no trouble Coming right up, I got that coming 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 (check it, baby, check it out) My, my, what luck (just a good look, good look, baby) 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 a 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 Oh, midnight, I pushed the buzzer Guessed right 'cause it was her 99th floor "Baby, it's Bruno, I'll be right up" (I'll be right up, baby) Uh-huh! Nice lobby 69, 79, 89 Oh, here we are, 99 (whoa) I knock, I take a look in high heels, dinner cookin' "Yes, thank you, make mine a Manhattan bone dry (shake, shake, shake it, baby) Don't forget that little cherry on top!" Comin' right, comin' right up, uh! Coming right up (mm) This is delicious, you made it yourself, uh? Mm, yeah (coming right up) Come here, let me fix that seam on the back of your stocking, baby Ooh (uh!)
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