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 long playing records and memorized songs
Verse 1: This is my story This is my song I'll be praising my savior All the day long I'll never worry I'll never fret Because he never failed me yet
something of how a piano must feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being used for kindling, Smoke signalling the end of some song
big club track We'll take it to Justin's and hit his King Kong then we'll gather round the piano for a little sing song. Oh if I could kidnap that feeling
got to be fate that's doing it A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me With the story of the way it should be With the story of Sebastian
the Liberty, fake Range Rover I'm on his (Tail) like, Sonic lil' shorty Palmin on a 40, broad day I'm tryin to dodge a cover story Look like he stoppin
' me wanna go home. All you people come an' play on the piano. Daylight come an' me wanna go home. Let's Do It! All right. Whoah, listen to a story
I probably spend my whole life feeling blue So I'll put in one more dime and play that same song one more time Cause I wanna hear about a boy like you [ piano
." now i know something of how a piano must feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being used for kindling. smoke signaling the end of some song
I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" [HORNS] [drum roll] [piano keys played
the city goes Huck, down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity whistling his favorite river-song... And a bad-blind nigger at the piano Buts a sinister
outside a seven story slumber (Dripped down) And don?t just shut your eyes And don?t just shut your eyes. Sweet Agony's playing her song, Grand pianos
You played your piano Wrote silly love songs And sang me fast asleep You drove me to New York Healed my first heartache And I remember How every night
comes blasting on And the light that blinds your eyes And the guitar soundin nice And the girls that are front row Well, their hollowing for some more As the piano
You were always a star to me but i was your bitter fault you wrote so many songs about me and i memorise them all and you played piano and we thanked
these headlines hoping someday that I'll find stories about how you have gone for good Yeah, I've been reading these headlines hoping someday that I'll find a story