the piano with two hands Should've learned Two hands come in handy, it's the way of the world Boy you're not being good to me You gave me a piano with
a love song i wanted it to be just right tried to make it beautiful but all i could think of was our last fight i was going to play it on piano have
whispers goodbye Then she tells me somethin' sweet and knocks me off of my feet And normally Norma thinks of me as just as the swellest guy in the world
s gonna strip, and jump in the pool And do what we like, yeah, and do what we like Homegirls, for once, forget you got class See a guy you like, just
I'm working on something. Miscellaneous (I'm not quite all there) If you just put some effort (scary not a nice guy) if you cared (I'm trying to fucking
, la, ba, loomba, wa, la, ba, loom She was the only one to love him up right Miss Thing, where you gonna go? You ever seen a man jump a piano? Gutter
Somewhere in and around of her There's a place she calls her own When there's nothing inside of her It's the only salvation she knows Some guy with an
wild Sonny Liston says it The pimp and the gimp And the guy with the limp I'm on fire Oh yeah, babe, I'm on fire Well the blind piano tuner says it
she was just waiting for a bus But I hid my thumb cause I knew just what she was Uhh I ain't gonna let no... [ piano - guitar ] I'll tell you what them
In a little honky-tonky village in Texas There's a guy who plays the best piano by far He can play piano any way that you like it But the way he likes
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 him in the face The piano player'
Everybody calls me bo I got no money but I hold my row Some folks say I'm just a no good guy But I can ride for miles in old boxcar smoke cigarettes butts
the ways of a gentleman I've been told A kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea But if me and a certain character met - The guy that invented the
of my lungs, about my guns and my loved ones Got tons of ammo to crack your enamel Changin' your channel, you played like a fuckin' piano Ridin' slow
feel old. Taylor: And um I was sitting there and was kind of started singing it to myself and I was going through a period where I was dating this guy
back, back to the beginning Where we start off single and everythin' in full swing Everyone around you wearing big gold hats, come on Playin' the piano
top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel Changin' your channel, you played like a fuckin piano Ridin'
trophies, he never made Who's Who, But if you need his help there's not a thing he wouldn't do. He doesn't play piano, or violin you know, Oh, but
