I'll let you be the dominant.
I want to rosin your bow.
You light up my world like a piccolo lights up the sharp side of a tuner.
How 'bout you call a friend, and we can experiment with triplets.
I'd tap that snare drum.
Your chin rest isn't the only thing that gives good hickeys.
Do you believe in love at first set, or should we run it again?
I prefer tromboner over anyone else.
Holding you makes me excited and nervous, kind of like holding a new horn.
I'd like to finger your fret board.