About Schroeder Lyrics

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 Schroeder