Babe, why must you be over chromatic? You cause me treble.
Are you the dub to my step? Cause' I wub wub wub you.
How bout you come over here and let me put my damp-it in your f-hole.
This reed isn't the only thing I can get wet.
Your voice is so a-do-re-ble to mi.
Our voices are more than an octave apart. Let's get a little closer.
The theme of this movement is love...Let's develop it...
Can I play with your tremolo arm?
Baby, you know soprano's do it on top, but I'd be willing to be an alto for you.
You make me crescendo.