Line For Lions-Chet Baker

Line for Lyons - Chet Baker Listen to them play our song How they shock my poor brain with that Electric refrain I hear a buzzing Just like a dozen doorbells Everytime I hear our song I get weak in the knees my heart pumps up A breeze sending a stream to every extremity Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me The musics magic spell leaves me a mess of quivering jelly Even on a violin How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones I must confess It leaves me a mess Our song Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me The musics magic spell leaves me a mess of quivering jelly Even on a violin How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones I must confess It leaves me a mess Our song does I love to hear our song Cause it grooves me so our song