See the lonely girl Out on the weekend Tryin to make it pay She cant relate to joy, ohh She tries to speak it Cant begin to say The boy fooled me again
wed You say you're depressed but you're not You just like to stay in bed I don't need you, darling Lorraine Darling Lorraine Lorraine, I long for your love Financially speaking
round You only go around, 'round, 'round Jackie Big Tits Is hiding in the corner Respect is the word she shouts As I implore her Speaks her mind not me For I was only speaking
I remember piano lessons The hours in freezing rooms Cruel ears and tiny hands Destroying timeless tunes She said there's too much out there Too much
lick their love thing It's a family place too now, so bring the kids along They're gonna have a real good time here They got wild women from Borneo Playin' the piano
to hear you speak your mind In plain and simple ways Call a spade a spade Just like you did back in the days You would play piano Each mornin' walk a
on and on be yours love May the sons that I raise be yours love may the comforts I praise be yours love If I ever get weak may the love words I speak
yourself go" I hit it and split it, lick it and quit it After the ride, put my clothes on and walk outside And before anybody gets a chance to speak
we up on top, we still rock Madchild: I'm a stun gun, pills 'til my tongues numb I stay home don't ask where I come from Conquer from beneath I sparkle when I speak
I didn't meet you in the jungle Swinging from a tree I sat down at the piano You were playing with me I couldn't believe all the things you could do The
world's debut of these damn fools Stak and Blac, tic for tac, breakin' all racial rules And ain't too much, wrong with that 'cuz if it is, gone speak
:46 Trk 7 (Smith/Vincent) Huey 'Piano' Smith & The Clowns Bobby Marchan lead vocal, Bob Isbell - vocal bass Musicians: Huey - piano
a couple grand-d-d Never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from California way down to Japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano
-d-d-d never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano
couple grand-d-d-d-d never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano
Who knows That I dare not speak the name For fear that it could take my breath away Who knows And who cares That the words don't leave my lips For fear
else can What else can we do She learned to reveal But she never got healed She mourned and was turn by the could have beens But they were only scenes Speak
out And I'm trying to be Just a touch Less sinful than I am I'm reaching for you Wont you take my hand ? CHORUS There's only one choice, one voice That speaks
