Hey, saxophonist. Have you ever played your musical instrument? If you have, so, cant start now.
Hey, you Where are your Music? Actually 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.