No Mozart

Too many things go unsaid cause you think you can't say them right
Get them out in the open instead of all bottled up inside
Cause I don't mind if it comes out all emotional
And I don't mind as long as what you say is real
I know you're the kind of man who wants to show your best side
But we can't always be perfect, and that's alright
Don't over think it, you don't have to perform for me
You want to know how to touch me, well it's easy

Oh, it's like playing the piano
I don't care if there's a few wrong notes
You don't have to be a Mozart, if you just play it from the heart
Oh oh
It's like playing the piano
Your fingers know just where to go
You don't have to be a Mozart, if you just play it from the heart

I know once something's been spoken aloud it can't be taken back
But don't be too proud, too proud to risk that
Between the tension the major and the minor chords
There's a magic we're waiting for, we're waiting for
Oh, it's like playing the piano
I don't care if there's a few wrong notes
You don't have to be a Mozart, if you just play it from the heart
Oh oh
It's like playing the piano
Your fingers know just where to go
You don't have to be a Mozart, no, if you just play it from the heart
Yeah yeah

Oh, the way you're playing that piano
I got a Mozart of my own
The way you're running up and down those keys
Sounds like a symphony to me
Oh [x5]
You wanna know how to touch me well it's easy
Oh, it's like playing the piano
I don't care if there's a few wrong notes
You don't have to be a Mozart, if you just play it from the heart
Oh oh
It's like playing the piano
Your fingers know just where to go
You don't have to be a Mozart, if you just play it from the heart

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