The way that music touches
Everything that fusses
Keeps giving me a reason
To believe in and to speak up
The way your fingers play on
While time just seems to wait on
Keeps giving me the feeling
That I know we must be near now
If you feel you've got it
Then you better flaunt it
If you want to own it
Then I guess we'd better haunt it
Say it if you mean it
But love it when you leave it
Put your hands together and
We move down to the C now
Move up to the beat oh
Laugh and kick your feet up
Say it if you mean it
Love it when you leave it
Stick my hands into the class
And know it
Where they shine and flicker fast
And show it
All that's left that's in your heart
Don't fake it
We're allowed to play the parts
We made 'em
Everything that fusses
Keeps giving me a reason
To believe in and to speak up
The way your fingers play on
While time just seems to wait on
Keeps giving me the feeling
That I know we must be near now
If you feel you've got it
Then you better flaunt it
If you want to own it
Then I guess we'd better haunt it
Say it if you mean it
But love it when you leave it
Put your hands together and
We move down to the C now
Move up to the beat oh
Laugh and kick your feet up
Say it if you mean it
Love it when you leave it
Stick my hands into the class
And know it
Where they shine and flicker fast
And show it
All that's left that's in your heart
Don't fake it
We're allowed to play the parts
We made 'em