One night with me and you'll hit all the high notes.
You make all parts of me stand at attention.
Our bitonal tendencies only augment our contrary motions baby.
Baby, you'd better lower your pitch, 'cause right now, you're looking sharp!
Lets go into the practice room and work on our tonguing, fingering and lip slurs.
I wish I was your flute...then you could press my buttons and blow me all night long.
Is that a fugue I can hear? Because we're about to get entangled.
Trombones can do seven positions, and baby, my favourite's on the floor.
Slow down girl, you're giving me a woodwind.