, tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano
misery You see that night her mind had worked As her tired body slept Composing, singing, screaming Pianos dancing through her head Now still tangled up in sheets
, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aw, aw, ohh, ohh, high notes I'll have you singing high notes Ah, Marques Houston, Mattress Bu Listen Mattress, sheets
Ah tinga oh Intro: Kissing on you while your kissing on me (Chris Brown T-Pian) yeah I'm hitting on you and your hitting on me (Yeah Yeah) Chours: She
Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen
White kitchen walls with a thousand windows You turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano when you make breakfast
White kitchen walls with a thousand windows Turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano When you make breakfast after 10
of antique dolls I found an old piano and sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls While the boarders were snoring under crisp white sheets of
sheets of linen You had a busy day today And hold me closer, tiny dancer And count the headlights on the highway And lay me down in the sheets of linen
evening 1945 With just her sister at her side And only weeks before the guns All came and rained on everyone Now she's a little boy in Spain Playing pianos
you do have the suspicion That it's taking all your concentration The art of making art Is putting it together, bit by bit Beat by beat, part by part Sheet by sheet
full of antique dolls I found an old piano And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls While the boarders were snoring Under crisp white sheets
dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to getting
to go Had a tall drink of yesterday's wine Left the long string of friends some sheets in the wind And some satisfied women behind So won't you ride me down easy... [ piano
