yo, but maybe not, she might not like me though No sweat to a vet, I'll slam a sista though, word Ice in the whole damn herd I fuck 'em all and leave '
piano] This song though does differ strikingly from the genuine folk ballad in that in this song the words which are supposed to rhyme - actually do. [piano
! My hopes became a statue my mouth became a gun In the hit parade of self interest I remained at number one I was Mozart's old piano with a special gold
twilight turns from amethyst to deep and deeper blue lamps light with a pale green glow the trees of the avenue the old piano plays an air sedate and
Oh it's crying time again you're gonna leave me I can see that faraway look in your eyes And I can tell by the way you hold me darling That it won't be
you leave be sure you find you want his love much more than mine Then I'll just say we never met if I'm that easy to forget [ piano - steel ] Before you leave
five and six Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six
Matrix But not Keanu Reaves, as she rolls in bamboo leaves I think a way to ship off these piano keys Since the traffic in a gangsta lean You make a
Low down leaving sun, I've done did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see, I best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes
him taste paste I said "yo, boss hit me with the source" And his whole family of course, you know what I mean Just hit me with the green and
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
hips everything five and six Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green
Low down leaving sun, i've done Did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't i see I'D best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights
ll make him taste paste I said "yo, boss hit me with the source" And his whole family of course, you know what I mean Just hit me with the green and I
Low down leaving sun Done, did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see? I'd best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn
He looks at me intensely Contact lens green with artifical envy Cocks his head and fixes me with a condescending stare Flicks his bleached, blond tipped