to the floor I remember how you used to warm me Just a touch of your hand made me sigh I'd kiss you and you'd fall to pieces I'd make it right but something
and me I've got that old time religion in my heart the way down inside [ piano ] Sinners want you now humbly to him vow just let the Lord come in You'll find perfect piece
(Difford/Tilbrook) Malicious gossip will never profit When hearsay is its foundation There are subscribers whose appetizers Are pieces of conversation
handle, money mackin' Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando Squares don't understando Play like a piano
. Stiffly walking words, They seem to hang here You place each Phrase like puzzle pieces: Planned, Precise, and Perfect You play me like a piano or
u know me so pass the o.e. And don't talk about takin me out 'cause I got your girl and I'm makin her shout Just like a piano I'm really grand And I got
Tell me a story about the way I use to be Millions of pieces all the spaces in between Crack in the mirror all the things that we cant see Tell me a story
?all need) Things run up in it mass where I been, nothing get em high as a bag of Rakim I?m red like Canadian, cuss wit a Opium touch a fat piece of
But one night before the last song about a quarter after three He saw her standing at the coat check, he made his move on Christie Lee...solo She was a nice piece
tower synth like it's yao ming kobe, imaginary friends, fuck homies (they don't know me) the tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this with my donald trump hair piece
for the last time twenty times ago Told everything except my mem'ry how can let you go But you're just like a magnet and I'm a piece of tin Oh I woke
'Gimme a little taste of drum' 'And a piece of bass' 'And eyes of organ' 'Gimme a little piano' 'Now let it all hang out!'
Got your bones spread out on the dance floor Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage Own
A child is told from day number one He's a worthless piece of shit, bad and dumb Generations pass down low self-esteem We're molded by the things we've
upon the table Rattle they brain with hurricane Have 'em seeing thangs feeling strange 2 boss players straight running thangs B-Legit: I learn to knock 'em down and with the piano
folks laugh at him but he doesn't notice he goes right on bout his day Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and pieces of life thrown away [ piano ]
with one nail read 10 a.m. sharp for big public sale At least forty people were out in the yard Looking for bargains they were dealing real hard To buy up the pieces
There are no lyrics as this is an INSTRUMENTAL piece.