Everything at your wish sir
Some water maybe, miss
Can you bring me

A pillow for my head
Would be appropriate
For my whiplash

She comes from a temple
Where it’s never cold
She comes from a temple
Where small people unfold
She comes from a temple
Where it’s good to live and sleep and
Airline tickets are sold

Good seats are hard to find
In this place
So can you keep me

A chair next to the
Air-conditioning unit
I can

I like the way you address me with sir
Could you do it once more
With pleasure

She’s ready to serve at your command
She’ll be there at a wave of your hand
She’s a friend