Piano Room

Baby, my baby

I do what I can for you

Lately, my baby

I feel like you're looking for proof

Like what do I do on nights like these?

When I am so drunk I'm down on my knees

When I can't tell red from blue

I'll tell you what I do

I'll tell you what I do

I lock myself up in the Piano Room

Slumped on a stool

I make like a fool

Resting my head in the key of C

That way you'll see

That I fell asleep

(I fell asleep here, alone)

Far from the home where I store my things

The bed and the sheets kindly offering

To wait 'til I write this tune

So I can prove, so that I can prove

That I locked myself in the Piano Room

Penguins mate for life, my dear

Preying Mantis eat their lovers

(or so I hear)

For heaven's sake! There must be a way

of some compromise that would be adequate

for a woman and man, like you and me

And that's what I mean

Yea, that's what I mean

When I lock myself in the Piano Room

So I conclude, and offer as proof:

This song that I wrote in the Piano Room.