Mr. Piano Man Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love Do you
Hit her with a hammer Teeth smashed in Red tongues twitching Look inside a skeleton My fingers sting Where I feel your fingers have been Ghostly fingers
I remember piano lessons The hours in freezing rooms Cruel ears and tiny hands Destroying timeless tunes She said there's too much out there Too much
Play me like a player piano Roll me from the corners Of your dark and dusty shadows Like a player piano I sit useless Most of the time The bar gets darker
Got a man that holds you tight Got a man that treats you right Got a man that loves you, that hugs you I swear Got a man that brings a beat Got man that
I got sunburnt waiting for the jets to land Circus people with hairy little hands Come on boys strike up the army band I got sunburnt waiting for the
As a child I went wild when a band played How I ran to the man when his hand swayed Clarinets were my pets and a slide trombone I thought was simply divine
Ne dites pas que ce garcon etait fou Il ne vivait pas comme les autres c'est tout Et pour quelles raisons etranges Les gens qui n'sont pas comme nous
King Tee's drunk again, yo, check this out, aww shit, aw shit I wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there That, that, that perpentratin
Heyyyy Yeahhhhh Ok I saw you at the bus stop You had on a haulter top And your mini skirt And your doony in your purse So I turn around and swoop you
It's nine o' clock on a Saturday the regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin. He says, "Son can
Marian: Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home. Mrs. Paroo: Oh--Who? Marian: I never saw him before. Mrs. Paroo: Did he say anythin'? Marian
The piano player?s dead Someone shot him in the head I want to make sweet love to his fucking music Who would've wanted the show to end this early? I
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It's nine o'clock on a Saturday the regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin He says, Son
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