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Piano Little Hands

t lie to me Ebony and Ivory Keys on my piano playin' Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm push my your hand away Easy as the alphabet Hard as solid

bitchin' motha fucka, so dont even ask, forget about the past, you betta do the math, freaks tryin' to put their dirty hands on the cash, more keys than a piano

You and me We're hooking our Eyes a little (eyes a little) In a tree Where the arches gleam Below Our highs sing With familiar creams Swap around a little

it. Now it's a 'test.) (Do a little protest.) (I can't hear you, Ally.) (Yay, I'm gonna give Al a hand.) (I can't hear you, Al.) (Yay for Al.) (Can't

climb We soard like eagles 'cross the sky Heaven knows How I miss those little toes [short piano interlude] [b-sec] You wore pigtails and hand-me-downs I banged the piano

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

lips your fingertips tell me all I want to know Hands across the table meet so tenderly And they say in their little way that you belong to me [ piano

yeah, why don't we buy the swamp land too? Mike: Nobody said nothin' when y'all bought my people, right? Stefan: Who's having this loud voice in this little grand piano

more than just a little close to Jerry Lee I can't count the hearts I've stepped on Because of loving you Another Try Another Cry Another Hand Shakin' Goodbye piano