Piano
I could write a song with my new pianoI could sing about how love is a losing battleNot hard, it's not hardAnd I could sing about Cupid and a shooting arrowIn the end, you'd find out that my heart was batteredReal hard, so hard, real hard, it's not hard
But I'd rather make a song they can play on the radiothat makes you wanna danceDon't it make you wanna dance?But I'd rather make a song they can play on the radiothat makes you wanna grab your lover's hand
So roll up and take it through the nightAnd you should follow through to make it all rightNow grab each other's hands, get 'em allI want to see you rock to the piano, the piano
I'd rather tell you about how I'm feeling goodAnd how it don't phase my wayIf I got my piano, then I know I'll be o.k.
So roll up and take it through the nightAnd you should follow through to make it all rightNow grab each others' hands, get 'em allI want to see you rock to the piano, the piano
I could write a song by my new pianoI could sing about how love is a losing battleIt's not hard, it's not hard, it's not hard, it's not hard