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 It grooves me so our song. Read more at http://www.lyrics.com/line-for-lyons-lyrics-chet-baker.html#VC20kMZCzyfIUCWZ.99