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Leaving every Friday entering my scene
Tumbling back on Sunday what happened in between
Lots of cognacs, sing a longs and I miss her so
Playing during all my breaks the audience wont let go
Finish while the bar is cooking running for the door
Dragged back to the piano the crowd need some more
Finish way past over the boss gives me a smile
All night long he keeps forgetting to forget about life for a while
The flower man had a good night too cause of those who cant say I love you
Some of his roses ends up with me behind my ebony and ivory
Leaving every Friday entering my scene
Tumbling back on Sunday what happened in between
Lots of cognacs, sing a longs and I miss her so
Playing during all my breaks the audience wont let go
Merciless lights come on and girls hide their faces
Men throw out pick up lines in all the wrong places
Doormen shouts go home some are still on the beer
Comments filled with anger are given like this is not fair
But in the end after back and forth they finally agree
Its time to go home now its way past over three
The crew talks the night through with a couple of beers on the side
Hotel hell is waiting for me while the morning sun shows in her floating pride
But high up behind the piano roses from many gigs
Lures out the need to still give way some weekend nights filled with kicks
Leaving every Friday entering my scene
Tumbling back on Sunday what happened in between
Lots of cognacs, sing a longs and I miss her so
Playing during all my breaks the audience wont let go