-Shelby pov-
Today is the first day back to school. I really do not expect much from this day. The kids probably will all be exhausted. I have honestly not seen any of them all morning.I wonder if they are all ok? Maybe they just have been busy! I guess I will find out in a minute. Is that music I hear?
I open the door to the club room and my jaw drops.
-Blaine singing-
(Ho!)
(Hey!)
(Ho!)
(Hey!)(Ho!) I've been trying to do it right
(Hey!) I've been living a lonely life
(Ho!) I've been sleeping here instead
(Hey!) I've been sleeping in my bed,
(Ho!) Sleeping in my bed
(Hey!)(Ho!)
(Ho!) So show me family
(Hey!) All the blood that I would bleed
(Ho!) I don't know where I belong
(Hey!) I don't know where I went wrong
(Ho!) But I can write a song
(Hey!)1, 2, 3
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweet(Ho!)
(Hey!)
(Ho!)
(Hey!)(Ho!) I don't think you're right for him.
(Hey!) Look at what it might have been if you
(Ho!) took a bus to China Town.
(Hey!) I'd be standing on Canal
(Ho!) and Bowery.
(Hey!)
(Ho!) And she'd be standing next to me.
(Hey!)1, 2, 3
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheartLove. We need it now
Let's hope for some
'Cause, oh, we're bleeding outI belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweet(Ho!)
(Hey!)
(Ho!)
(The last one)
(Hey!)"Yeah that was good" Sam walks up to the piano with a smirk "But I have learned the piano!"
-Sam singing-
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and ginHe says, "Son can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet
And I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feeling alrightNow John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather beHe says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As a smile ran away from his face
"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place."Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talking with Davy, who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for lifeAnd the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes they're sharing a drink they call "Loneliness"
But it's better than drinking alone
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Love In New York (Sequel Forgive me, Help me, Be with me) {Completed}
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