About Schroeder

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