concentrate I have to get this grade Or I might fail to be a lawyer someday BRIDGE But just right now Can' think of anything better to do Than just sit down at the piano
vacant field Used to be filled with burley t'bacca Now he knows it never will My brother's found work in Indiana Sister's a nurse at the old folks home
Leave me alone, If you're talking about the same old days! I didn't know, oh, no Cause it's not a lot in this same old phrase, Wish you loved me for eternity
yo, I like to bite Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong You got to admit, it's a new type of song Doowutchyalike Ooh, I see guys and
While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon Watching Rachel Ray all day, I get my cake on Fiends love me like a Drake song Rep that Louboutin
I still find new ways to recognize shine It's like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme books get better with each
Livin' in my dreamworld, mem'ries of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here (I love 'em) Livin' in my dreamworld
Livin' in my dreamworld, memories of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here I love 'em Livin' in my dreamworld
Actin' like Troop, he say he signed with a group He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop Lyin' to you to get thrilled Droppin' them old
and doing it right I've been in a lab every day til daylight That's the way things move in this monkey business We took a old samba song and remixed it
I have Mother nature does wonderful things But I guess that it's true for me and for you cause time changes everything Oh you change the name of an old song
One type of song that has come into increasing prominence in recent months is the folk-song of protest. you have to admire people who sing these songs
piano] This song though does differ strikingly from the genuine folk ballad in that in this song the words which are supposed to rhyme - actually do. [piano
How can I go on when every thought hurts? I flirt with the notion of no more songs My old familiar foe, self pity haunts me I?m stuck in some over-the
the city goes Huck Down the beckonin' streets of opportunity And a whistling his favorite river song And a bad blind nigger at the piano Puts a sinister
... 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...
I see you waiting in the shadows Wonderin' where I've been Dusty old piano, it's you and me again My old friend I'll just have to change a few lines
