The Piano Man (Remake)
The mystic eyes of sorrow blue,
his voice does sing a tender blue.
And skin be merely white as porcelain
and turned to cream as tears prick his cheek.
He sings a solo from his soul for he is the piano man.
His bony fingers rubs on scales,
And drinks a bottle of fine white wine.
And toasts to the guests who watch
his lips sing dry and plays a note to intertwine
the following tune... because he is the piano man.
And the man in black of fine wool cloth,
mourns his story-telling song of Emily, his daughter,
a gonning bless. Yet he strengthens to play an art
because its from soul, and he's the piano man...
The piano man tickles the tips of each pale finger
and rubs across each note or key, along the scale.
his voice does sing a tender blue that tears my eye.
And all left alone to his saddening song makes me fall in love
with the a strong hearted man, the piano man.
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