Your body turns me on
Rotten the inside the vanish gleems
Old strings out of tune
And from the bottom
Up to the neck
The head doesn't swing
Oldfashioned thing
But I love to play again
I love to play it
I love to play again
Inside the wood the many tears
That I could hardly see
Your sun was blinding
Your like a chord with fast release
So please don't hide behind your band
Pretending to be the first violine
But I love to play again
I love to play it
I love to play again
In your hand
In your hand is a room
But the key is lost in unknown gloom
In your hand
In your hand is a room
But the key is lost in unknown gloom
Your body turns me on
Rotten the inside the vanish gleems
Old strings out of tune
And from the bottom
Up to the neck
The head doesn't swing
Oldfashioned thing
But I love to play again
I love to play it
I love to play again
In your hand
In your hand is a room
But the key is lost in unknown gloom
In your hand
In your hand is a room
But the key is lost in unknown gloom
In your hand
In your hand is a room
But the key is lost in unknown gloom
In your hand
In your hand is a room
But the key is lost in unknown gloom
(In your hand)
(In your hand is a room)
(But the key is lost in unknown gloom)
(In your hand)
(In your hand is a room)
(But the key is lost in unknown gloom)
Love to play
Key is lost
I love to play again
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