it Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label, for trying
hum to my song Singing like they were for her, but they were for the blur No longer, but we working, premature, immature She's unsure, I'm for sure,
the can-can room? Howard: This place waits for us, man Mark: This place waits us! Is there a piano? Howard: There's a juke box with a lotta hokie country songs
a love song I wanted it to be just right Tried to make it beautiful But all I can think about is our last fight I was gonna play it on piano Had the drums
(with Elton John) [instrumental for the first 0:19 of this song] {*thunderstorm with rain fall in the background*} {*piano plays softly leading up to
the three-and-a-half minute mark of this song. Radio stations may begin your fade here. For those that would like help, we will start your fade for
for blacks (what?) It used to be a pasttime for whites (That's true) Now it has mad Puerto Ricans but that's not the point of the song (A-ight) The point
: (with Elton John) [instrumental for the first 0:19 of this song] {*thunderstorm with rain fall in the background*} {*piano plays softly leading up