Get your panties off holy ships ready to attack, somebody get on the piano im getting john cusack. And put ten on pump seven if youre skills are tite
like fallopian tubes on a dyke My words'll expose George Bush and Bin Laden As two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon And you can't fathom
and bees. My house was clean. I had food in the fridge for a week. I sat outside 'til the sun went down. That night the piano beckoned for the first
One two three o'clock four o'clock rock ordine e disciplina dall'ovest alla Cina five six seven o'clock eight o'clock rock tutto sotto controllo dal
your finger and love you forever and after and shower you with my love cause u my destiny, my ebony my ivory, on my piano keys the reason why, i?ll travel through, the seven
hot my servents melt The sun is jealous of me The moon hides her face It's just me alone writin' in space 32 paths of wisdom, seven forms of God 600 universes
1] I regulated you from fake dudes to lake views minks with laced jewels nails, hairdo's and facials placed you in snake shoes did it up right, took the six night seven
track's all mine the whole three four five six seven eight nine in the pocket, burstin in the air are rockets Creatin lots of Lyte -- get it? How many different ways can I say it? Piano
Signor Piangi . . . if you please . . . (REYER thumps the piano keys, then leaves the piano, and attempts to attract attention using signals. Al the height of the mayhem, the piano
barber chair It was a macho barber shop. Hair dryers were mounted on a rifle rack. Wasn't no mirrors. The barber chair was a Peterbilt... Barber walked in; he was huge, seven
and it rocks'n'rolls and yo Hob Keynote has gotta be the Piano Man [DJ Fuse scratches: "Yo Piano Man", "rock rock on"] [Shock G, a.k.a. the Piano Man
[Acoustic guitar: Carl Sjoblom and Tuomas Nieminen, Grand piano: Tuomas Nieminen, Hammond: Carl Sjoblom] Staring at the celling, trying not to think
Separates and lingerie, seven pairs of shoes, Lots of Woolworth's makeup, a pair of Black Watch trews, Your out-of-tune piano, sentimental photographs
piano sound And know someone turned around It's the morning after everything has dawned and I'm about to be late The sun here on my left and that piano
your brow And I will be damned If I let you back into this town December 17th, 1955 - Broken Seven hours passed on your floor Seven hours isn't that long Seven
fun day There some girls there, it?s like a whole world there I first saw her dance in a holy temple To a piano instrumental Her people watched her every