Don't need no ring, no wedding band We don't need no paper plan Just take my hand, for you're my man All we we need to understand The rules of love are
May the Lord's shining grace be yours love may the happiest face be yours love May the last fingertips that touch these two lips as life from me slips be yours love [ piano
someday No pressing rainbow mark found any place Lucky I got bought some grace CHORUS Produced by Mark Street Engineering and programming - Annie O'Raque Guitars - Annie O'Raque, Jane Piano
was turn by the could have beens But they were only scenes Speak to me of this place Where I heard it's safe to make mistakes Where I can gather grace
There was no blood there was no secret power When she counted the cost of all she'd lost From her ivory tower She said, "I have courage and I have grace
Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904 He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his glasses
A strange boy is weaving a course of grace and havoc On a yellow skateboard through midday sidewalk traffic Just when I think, he's foolish and childish
I sat bored at my piano When he walked into the bar When he nodded from his table I said, I know just how things are 'Cause the only time I see you Is
I like to say, I've made good use of my time while you've been away. And it's true, I've been in my piano everyday thinking of you. They talk around,
it how you live, homeboy Yo, strap up the boots, I?m ready to shoot Load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camos I play rappers like they grand pianos
Just stop and think a while Are you just living out a lie The smile upon your face A smile that only lasts until you turn around And when you fall from grace
I'd like to say I make good use of my time while you've been away And it's true I've been at my piano everyday thinking of you They talk around I hear
grew a tree And a doctor in Manhattan saved a dying man for free It's a miracle, it's a miracle It's a miracle, another miracle By the grace of God
-ROW-ITZ spells Horowitz. Yesterday I took my girlfriend Peggy To watch him play a concert at Carnegie. V-L-ADIMI-R, that's Vladimir. And he plays piano good, Like a real piano
tell they homie put the stick away, let me convey Warriors [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] By the grace of God, by the grace of God Cause we are warriors - by the grace
A strange boy is weaving A course of grace and havoc On a yellow skateboard Thru midday sidewalk traffic Just when I think he's foolish and childish And
began sometime last week The feeling that most everything Was changing for the worse All the triggers pulled at once So begins my ugly fall from grace