I wrote your name in the sky but the clouds blue it away.
Nice tits, mind if I feel them?
If I walked a milimeter for everytime I thought of you, I would have walked across the Earth a million times.
This reed isn't the only thing I can get wet.
I only play in the short grass.
My embouchure is good for more than just playing the trumpet, if you know what I mean.
I'm the finger down your spine when all the lights go out.
You in the mood for some stroke play?
Call me AC/DC, because I'm gonna rock you all night long!
Your voice is so a-do-re-ble to mi.