Room Service served until ten

Room Service served until ten




And I gaze into my hotel crystal ball
And ask for room service from the other side
And the ghost of an upper crust lady
Slides through my door
With tea service for all
She lingers and whispers into my ear
I’m the queen bitch come to take your soul
And it don’t matter which door you head for
You will come to me like a fireball

And then I wake with a start
as there is a knock on the door
with trepid hands I pull the door inches
and there she stands in a black evening gown
saying she has locked herself out
could she use my phone to call
the desk

and I gaze into my hotel crystal ball
and there it shows some old cracks on the wall
where I hid the body of that upper crust lady