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