can't lose When I tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe It's an offer, you can never refuse We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano
The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting An upright piano stood locked by the door In through the window the light was fast fading While I spilt my
Maybe the first time I saw them I was nine going on ten years old I fell in love with their music and with the stories their music told I had all of their
love Faster, hammers! Faster, hammers! Chatter down the tracks, you thumb tack smiley skull teeth Ticking five dollar throwaway pianos past A late train to my lost love
chu ri luo mei you shen me da bu liao zai shang chun bei qiu xiao ti da zuo fan bu zhao wo bu shi wu chu ke tao wo kan lai kan qu kan na chang zhao pian
and me tight as we write on the walls...a story called 'Go' [Chorus: w/ variations and echoes] Ooooooooooh baby! (yeah, yeah) [piano break that continues
. Our relationship was an anthem composed of words like "gotta go". So we went. And sent our regards on postcards from other places we'd been with stories
Synonymous With Whiteboy But Then Again Thats In A World Where Cowards Live To Tell How Brave Men Lose Their Muthafuckin' Lifes I'd Love To Say That
a little bit, 'cause to tell you the truth, I'm gonna love you and that's it. 'Cause I love you baby, love you baby, love you baby, love you baby
me out to sea Heaven if you're ready shine your light on me Now listen to my story cause I haven't told it all I saw her with her new love She turned
of all Take your vitamins so you will grow up one day to be big and tall Please remember the orthodontist will be seeing you at three today? Don't forget your piano
Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers Mad noise, 2008, a G a game I'm ridin on {?} in the love
wee All the way home You were always half crazy Now look at you baby Make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme Love is a piano Dropped from a four story
playing so loud I can hardly hear It's tellin' a story about a boy like you And each selection that I make tells me how my heart will break For falling in love
painful scene we're in With the silence falling coldly on a world of make believe And the ending that I still don't understand It's a bad love story
where cures make love to our cancers." but my mother just motions to a bottle full of answers and says, "help me go." now i know something of how a piano
facts unfold, remember who foretold The 90's, will be the decade of a jazz thing "I love jazz music" [x3] [Primo scratches "I love jazz music"] A