Sally Brown sits down
By his piano
He doesn't see her there

He plays his heart out

She's mesmerized

By his concentration
Closes her eyes
And tries to see what he sees


This is love
Oh yes

At it's finest

This is love

How it needs to be

And it's enough

To break through the shyness
She knows it'd be love
If he'd hold her


She can't stop
Thinking about Shroeder