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.
