paroles de chanson POCKET PIANO - Havelock

There′s a piano in my pocked, 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 'till 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 ′till I'm all worn out (and lose my mind)
Pluckin′ my tele 'til the sun goes down (to pass the time)
Pickin′t my pocket 'til I'm all worn out (and lose my mind)
Pluckin′ my tele ′til the sun goes down (to pass the time)