Line for Lyons-蒲逸飞

Listen to them play our song, How they shock my poor brain with that electric refrain I hear a buzzin', 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 music's 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. [sax solo] [bass solo] Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me The music's 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