I love it, all these games we play I close my eyes, you run away I'm sure I asked you to stay But now you're gone Today I feel the gray pulse in my head
Artist: Scarface Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com {*piano sounds*} [Scarface] I don't really remember ... feelin' like this - I wish they can see they
again Take this back and then, tell a friend Spaces and places you been, time travelin *echoes* Time travelin *echoes* Yo, I was a piano player in my
Normally Norma's kissing me just about this time every morning With the wink in her eye she whispers goodbye Then she tells me somethin' sweet and knocks
what you want to Let's take it outdoors with out your There's no one without beds without floors Plays our body softly like piano keys Together explore
little wedding chapel, later on that afternoon An old upright piano plays that old familiar tune Tears roll down her cheeks and happy thoughts run through her head As he whispers
Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged
My Nerves 2:34 Little Willie John (Henry Glover, Isaac Toombs) Recorded Mar 1, 1956 King Single 4935 With Ernie Hayes-piano, Mickey Baker-guitar, Carl
Let Them Talk 2:37 Little Willie John (Thompson) King Single #5274 Pop Chart #100 Feb 22, 1960 R&B Chart#11 With Ernie Hayes-piano, Mickey Baker-guitar
I know you don't love me I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin' Yeah, that's smooth, let's just sit here and relax While my man plays the piano
the poor side of Fort Worth in a rundown motel A rodeo cowboy held a young Texas belle He scooped up some peanuts right out of the can And he whispered
Sittin' here wasted and wounded at this old piano Tryin' hard to capture the moment this mornin' I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka still lodged in
feels so creative, I'll be your producer, Just tell me what you like I'll pull up the session[?] And turn on the mic So you can, sing, sing Your body whispering
strong that even a bad dream couldn't bring harm to the mind of a young childs battles formed from the candle light shadows her voice is like a whispering
Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
There was moonlight and laughter That danced on the sands And bloodstained pianos Are played without hands Such a promising music Sweet whispers and
it then something goes wrong So this time let's use my forever cause your forevers don't last very long I remember the first time you kissed me you whispered
to hear Say you feel the same old magic that I feel when you are near Whisper love words and sing me love songs tell me what I want to hear [ fiddle - piano