@migu music@

Line for Lyons - Chet Baker

Listen to them play our song

How they shock my poor brain with that

Electric refrain I hear a buzzing

Just like a dozen doorbells

Everytime I hear our song

I get weak in the knees my heart pumps up

A breeze sending a stream to every extremity

Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me

The musics magic spell leaves me a mess of quivering jelly

Even on a violin

How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones

I must confess

It leaves me a mess

Our song

Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me

The musics magic spell leaves me a mess of quivering jelly

Even on a violin

How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones

I must confess

It leaves me a mess

Our song does I love to hear our song

Cause it grooves me so our song