CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Airport Piano

I wrote this song on an airport piano
I was the guy disturbing your journey from security
To gate twenty-three A
Maybe you noticed me
I wrote this song cos I had a spare hour
I was delayed trying to get back to my babies in Sydney
And I noticed the keys so I’m writing a song
Singin’

Women in SUV Porsches always look miserable
I don’t know why they’re so sad
Maybe it’s the calories they coulda had
Filling them up with regret
And men in cafes in ski resorts
Trying to connect with their sons
Look like they just wanna hit ‘em
I mean I’m sure that they dig ‘em underneath all the gear

A young man in Air Jordans
Just left me five dollars on the piano
Whattaya know

I always hated those airport pianos
Should be a law saying playing the theme from Beverly Hills Cop
Will get one of your hands chopped off
I wrote this song on an airport piano
I’m out of time I just need one more little rhyme
I gotta board that plane
They’re calling my name
So I’m writing a song
Singin’