I make a little hole I look through the wall
I will spy on you while you play on the piano
you play the instrument for countless hours
your pretty hands leave the nest and land on the keys
I hear some cling cling I hear some cling cling I hope it's message from you my darling
I hope it's music from you
you are unattainable you are in your nightgown composers mess up your hair
with their feathers I spy on you can't get you so I'll find you in the music

I spy you look through the hole