This cello isn't the only big wood between my legs.
Are you a fermata? Because I want to hold you.
If you were an oboe, I'd be the only one who could play you correctly.
You can tickle my ivories anytime, baby.
Tubas. We're twelve times hornier than an ordinary french horn.
Your chin rest isn't the only thing that gives good hickeys.
I'm a fermata, hold me.
How about changing positions? It'll be more comfortable.
I can assure you, if I were sheet music, I'd be major.
Hey baby, my name is Legato. You know why? Because I'm smooth.