Oh late bloomer, the rumors were true You know I checked your ID when you left the room I didn't want to see it coming, I showed off my heart Now there
alone for a while so you're not alone If you can hear a piano fall you can hear me coming down the hall if I could just hear your pretty voice I don
you As I walked toward the house, you came to mind In bed I turned over and said nothing And I recalled in your voice something fresh and strange That
rhyme They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me lighten up Put some Mase in your voice Lord willin' I ain't killt
Fight when you need to bite when you have to Run no never stand ground then we smash (Chorus) Prevail: Virtuoso piano solo play Mozart Vocabulary colorful like feathers of a peacock Operating theatre put your
marigold was in the kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlor Playing piano for the children of the king Cry baby cry Make your
but sexy can I Take you to my crib Make love on my piano Yea you know me lil' shorty from Atlanta I wanna do some things to you Touch your body make you
' in my ear Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt Make up your mind, who you want to pump
, loomba Wa, la, ba, loomba, wa, la, ba, loom She was the only one to love him up right Turn it up, have your fill Up in the treble A voice like a power
' by your house Though I know you're not at home But I can see you Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses
Marigold was in the kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlor Playing piano for the children of the king Cry, baby, cry Make your
the end of the original record is heard this cute exchange: Ernie: Okay, you can turn it over now. Herry: Sure thing, Ernie. (sound of piano crashing) Ernie: Herry! Not the piano
... I don't want the piano in here Ernie. ...well Sure, Bert, what's a sing-along without a piano? [starts to play piano] It's ME, that's what it is...
door I'm Mike D and I get respect Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect MCA was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched
next thing I know/ the telephone rings I hear my own voice /on the answering machine please leave a message/ I'm glad ya called I listen for a voice
a test of a different style It's just another motherfucker on the pile Drivin your ass with the flow of your tongue You hung yourself short, the after-knowledge was brung to your
your lungs is a tiny little gift to me if you can hear a piano fall you can hear me coming down the hall if i could just hear your pretty voice I dont
your Voice. Let me See your Face. Carry me Away. I'm yours Completely. Carry me Away, Carry me Away. Let me Hear your Voice.