that bares a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places Still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano
dreams Me and you with wings on our feet I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there Over my shoulder a piano
It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel Khalil brought the fly shit, I brought the hood appeal Notes from the piano is falling out the sky Like angels losing their wings
] Sadly, tragedy happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
that has lipstick traces an airline ticket to the magic places and still my heart has wings these foolish things remind me of you a tinkling piano in
that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano
hanging on the door Sayin', 'There ain't no rooms available here anymore' Everybody's got wings Everybody's got wings Everybody's got wings in God's hotel Everybody's got wings
Written by Kevin Bacon "It was fun writing a song for piano, but writing it on a guitar. Since I can't play piano, it was a thrill to hear Irwin bang
4] at each turn there's more to ignor, more to pretend isn't there More of the cons on the lists i fer they make My wings slowly curl out of this cracked
Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
my strings You leave me hanging like a dummy You clip my wings I'm in a Chinese puzzle and I can't get out Will someone let me off of this roundabout. (Piano
White kitchen walls with a thousand windows You turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano when you make breakfast
won't have no man at all Baby, If I had wings like a bullfrog on a pond Lord, If I just had wings, mama Like a bullfrog on a pond I would ride right
sit, rubbin their legs like a cricket To you it may be funny, but there's no service of beef, without money So slip the C-note, and you can choke on a wing
pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano
me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano
me to lighten up? Make an angel on the beach or pick a boquet in your garden Call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano record the noise
From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill An aria with the Russians at the piano in
