Instrumental
It would appear that male pattern Baldness has set in His hair, at an alarming pace Running away from his face He's losing his virility And now his masculinity
är'n beide nichts für mich! Dann schon eher der Pianoplayer mit den schönen Händen drüben am Klavier! Ja dann schon eher der
was possible You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for The end of paralysis, I was a statuette Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench And when
bitches Oh, I know you can I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin' around with the piano nigga Just drop that
] Sadly, tragedy happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
do or die She was approximately five feet away from my frame So I decided to take a stride, swallow my pride, tellin' her my name like Hello miss,
them 26s shirts on a 71 chevel like I'm ridin carousel shawty I can't parallel They say shawty give em hell Shwaty, I'ma give 'em hell Quarter milly
clowns jump shoot third time around dawg if i was just to step in the ring and outta the box would errbody be on my or will i stop say hello to my
Here I sit A vampire at my piano The flames burn glaringly higher And the eyes that stare through the darkness Though they have no form There's
no Make-up no ga Saichu desu. Soshite chika Nikai ni aru Studio Itsumo Yukai na Konishi Yasaharu (sic)-san mo Kyo wa piano ni mukatte Shinken ni Sakkyokuchu
of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words
over you gonna be in love Play your little piano here, yeah Honey, I can tell, Jerry Lee can tell Somebody's been puttin' that lady there right through to hell
the music down Before the words down What music? The song There is no song No, really Really what? There is no song I'm just, playing and plinking on the piano
Words & music: chris cornell ** this song was a big alternative hit for the band soundgarden, and chantal would occasionally perform a piano version
away I saw you in Japanese restaurant You were doing it for business men on the piano, Belle You said it was a living hell You said you were in hell
sleazy, but it's cheap and it's easy Between heaven and hell, check in to the Boogie Motel Desk clerk's heart beats like a hammer Got a smile like a beat-up piano
