but we working, premature, immature She's unsure, I'm for sure, blouse and dress and my shirt On the floor then pick it up, out the door, door Chased
: [feat. Hodgy Beats] [Verse 1:] My window is a book and I'm a fuckin' crook Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook And if my mother
main stem Foolin' around just me and him We decided we could use a little something to eat So we went to a house on Rampart Street We knocked on the door
my door You didn't want my love when you could have it (Now I'm on my own) So don't you come knocking on my door Verse 3 : (Mr. Serv-On) Stay still
main stem Foolin' around just me and him We decided, we could use a little something to eat So we went to a house on Rampart Street We knocked on the door
you want me to just go with it... [verse 1] my window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook and
Now, I'll tell ya a tale that'll bust yer heart That only a few people knew, ta start It all took place when our concert tour was booked at the SeaTac
doors they'd be locked 'Cause there were precious things that I couldn't touch Company couch covered in plastic Books about being saved The dining room table nobody ate at The piano
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes
rafters with carefree young people, many of whom we have already encountered at the studio and at Schwab's. Several of the GUESTS cluster around the piano
Your R&B records your music books Your sense of humor and your rugged good looks I see you now at the piano Your back a slow curve Playing Ray Charles
your clothes And your shoes Hear the words I said Get up now Get up and make your bed Are you hot? Are you cold? Are you wearing that? Where's your books
Your R & B records your music books Your sense of humor and your rugged good looks I see you now at the piano Your back a slow curve Playing Ray Charles
off I never liked to go in there much Sometimes the doors they'd be locked 'Cause there were precious things I couldn't touch The company couch covered in plastic Little books
of the cup Gertcha! When the kids are banging on his door Gertcha! When the barman won't serve him any more Gertcha, cowson, gertcha Bar stool preaching He's always been the same! (piano
An everlasting kind of love Years ago, I was at your door Asking you for directions You said you loved another And I wasn't even mentioned As I play piano