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