The baby grand piano boy
Lost his mind inside the ballad
Hard to find the midnight valid
You better burn it in your mind
Bleeding hearts and heartless no’s
I’m so scared of uplit faces
And how windowless this place is
Better to burn it in your mind
The singer squints his light brown eyes
My the wind is really blowing
And your confidence is growing
And it is lonely out tonight
I gotta find
Something blank I can write on
Oh I sleep with the light on
Train your eyes on the dance floor
All my friends getting married
Oh I’m not getting married
On the floor train your eyes
My blazer pockets are so shallow
And my confidence is broken
And you’re all so softly spoken
And I am spoken for tonight
In the quiet of my suit
In the arms of leading ladies
Baby grand piano baby
You better burn it in your mind
I gotta find
Something blank I can write on
Oh I sleep with the light on
Train your eyes on the dance floor
All my friends getting married
Oh I’m not getting married
On the floor train your eyes
Someone’s dime you can dine on
I gotta find something soft to lie on
Train your eyes on the dance floor
All my friends getting married
Oh I’m never getting married
On the floor train your eyes
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