| When she plays the toy piano
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| Woodland animals come round
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| Woodland birds sit on her shoulder
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| Wonderin' how she makes that sound
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| When she plays the toy piano
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| With her
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| She’s a wonder, we all love her
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| But it doesn’t pay the bills
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| She should sell that toy piano
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| Move to town, and get a job
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| Buy a studio apartment
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| Settle down and marry Bob
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| When one plays the toy piano
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| It drowns out the slithering time
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| But it’s oozing up the stairs now
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| And she hasn’t got a dime
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| When she plays the toy piano
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| She is ransoming her youth
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| Like a
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| In an isolation booth
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| When she plays the toy piano
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| When she makes her so-called art
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| She defiles her poppa’s tombstone
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| She is breaking momma’s heart
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| She is breaking, breaking, breaking momma’s heart
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| She is breaking, breaking, breaking momma’s heart
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| She is breaking, breaking, breaking momma’s heart
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| She is breaking, breaking, breaking momma’s heart |