Sangtekster:
Piano The Setting

my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy

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eyes The smell of the wax on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coats An upright piano

go up north to play at his funeral And his wife is there In some chapel she's picked out And there's not even an organ I have to play on some broken upright piano

eyes The smell of the wax on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coats An upright piano

go up north to play at his funeral, and his wife is there, in some chapel she's picked out, and there's not even an organ! I have to play on some broken upright piano

eyes The smell of the wax on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coats An upright piano

Not a single song as been written since her arrival.) In a high-rise on the south side, taller than the tallest tree. Perched upon a piano bench. Little