Hey, saxophonist. Have you ever played your musical instrument? If you have, so, can start now.
Hey, you Where are your Music? I'm waiting.
I gonna dance all night. You saw I was very bright. You wanted pick up so trite. There were dancing and merriment, Saxophonist's accompaniment. And you came, said compliment.
I smiled, you took my hand and started to dance. You couldn't do it and looked like a nance.
It was a really stupid start. You thought I was your sweetheart. Then you were a braggart And were talking about art.
If you had been more true I'd have loved you. If you had invited me on date I'd have come with you.
Finally I decided to forget about it. But you wanted to dance recommit While I was tired and wanted to sit. In that moment we were tacit.
So I was dancing while saxophonist was playing. The music took me away from that dancefloor. I wanted only to beat the rhythm by my shoes and to sing out very loud.
Saxophonist can play his musical instrument. I'll fall in love with him. I think I said an argument.
It was a really good night. When you'll hear this song go there straight. Now we're friends with that boy. He could make me overjoyed. For now he doesn't annoy. If he does I will destroy.
We like walk in the park. When I see him I feel I spark. At that he has always a lark But sometimes he very narks.
I anger when people saying we're a pair. At these moments I'm not debonair.
So you should go to the club, Come to table and take syllabub, Smile if don't hear a snub. If nobody comes don't blub.
Take advice: spend there time. When saxophonist selects rhyme. You should go there. You'll love this atmosphere.