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Well, he holds me like a cello and he treats me like his favourite guitar
Blowing sweet and mellow, he don't have to [?]
He got that genius timing
Every time he tickles my ivories

I just love the way he looks at me
Like he just found the beat to a song
Yeah, and he loves me like a symphony
And every little melody's gold
I'm like a song he's writing
Everytime he tickles my ivories
Well, it hits me like an 808 over samples of sweet Lady Day
As she sings the blues
But not for you and I, I, I

Feel like I'm on a midnight ride
Going nowhere just for kicks
He got lips like lightning
Everytime he tickles my ivories

Yeah, oooo
Aaah

Well, I'm not a Brooklyn baby but he makes me feel like Lana Del Rey
And he loves to entertain me, you know
Practice does make perfect, they say
Yeah, he got it down so tightly
Everytime he tickles my ivories

Well, it hits me like an electric bass through a synthesizer
My heart races
Everytime he says "Miss Mae"
Oh God, I die

Feel like I'm on a midnight ride
Going nowhere just for kicks
He got lips like lightning
Everytime he tickles my ivories

I'm like a song he's writing
Everytime he tickles my ivories
He got that genius timing
Every time he tickles my ivories

Two, three, four

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