Basses are not the only thing I'm good at fingering.
Your chin rest isn't the only thing that gives good hickeys.
Is it wet in here, or is it just my vagina?
I heard you like bonfires, well I'll supply the wood.
My life is so sad and lonley. (Why?) Because you are not in it.
You make my anoxic sediments want to increase their redox potential.
Let's make some sweet music together, honey.
Allow me to rescue you from your crowd of admirers.
Being without you is like being afflicted with the Cruciatus Curse.