歌词
There's a piano in my pocket
It heals me
It raises me up to the ceiling
It gives me the beat and the feeling
I got a rubber in my wallet
But it barely sees the light
Pickin' my pocket 'til I'm all worn out
Pluckin' my tele 'til the sun goes down
Pickin' my pocket 'til I'm all worn out (and lose my mind)
Pluckin' my tele 'til the sun goes down (to pass the time)
Ain't got a lover in a locket
Don't need it!
Misleading down the wrong path
Then down on one knee and
Another year, another profit
I'll raise a toast 'cause I know I'm gonna top it
I've got a sonnet in my bonnet
Pickin' my pocket 'til I'm all worn out (and lose my mind)
Pluckin' my tele til the sun goes down (to pass the time)
Pickin' my pocket 'til I'm all worn out (and lose my mind)
Pluckin' my tele 'til the sun goes down (to pass the time)
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