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I could write a song with my new piano
I could sing about how love is a losing battle
Not hard, it's not hard
And I could sing about Cupid and a shooting arrow
In the end, you'd find out that my heart was battered
Real hard, so hard, real hard, it's not hard
But I'd rather make a song they can play on the radio
that makes you wanna dance
Don't it make you wanna dance?
But I'd rather make a song they can play on the radio
that makes you wanna grab your lover's hand
So roll up and take it through the night
And you should follow through to make it all right
Now grab each other's hands, get 'em all
I want to see you rock to the piano, the piano
I'd rather tell you about how I'm feeling good
And how it don't phase my way
If I got my piano, then I know I'll be o.k.
So roll up and take it through the night
And you should follow through to make it all right
Now grab each others' hands, get 'em all
I want to see you rock to the piano, the piano
I could write a song by my new piano
I could sing about how love is a losing battle
It's not hard, it's not hard, it's not hard, it's not hard
