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Instrument 

Play it 
Play the tune 
Doesn't it take you, to the moon 
Imagine me a flute 
Play the note 
It sends you to a space 
Where do you want to float 
Float on a cloud 
And the flute 
Doesn't even play that loud 
I'm a cello 
To a lucky fellow
He makes me mellow 
Then here I am a violin 
The connection comes from the hand and chin
Can you just Play me again 
This time slow 
Before you know it.
It comes together and creates 
Something you will appreciate 

Play it 
My music 
It's supernatural 
Don't abuse it 
Play it my music 
It's supernatural don't abuse it 

Here I go the percussion 
Should I bring it up for discussion 
They hold a special place 
To let the band face 
They bring the style 
Without the percussions 
The band would sound like a lot of fussing and confusion 
No unison no togetherness
The percussions bring the cleverness 
The special touch 
Oh how I love it so much 
You can feel it 
In your hands 
Doesn't it make you want to dance 

Play it 
My music 
It's supernatural 
Don't abuse it 
Play it my music 
It's supernatural don't abuse it 

I will be your favorite genre
Baby, it's all r and b 
Rhythm and beats 
Dancing with our feet 
Somehow  this makes me complete 

Play it 
My music 
It's supernatural 
Don't abuse it 
Play it my music 
It's supernatural don't abuse it 

Play it 
The instructor 
I'll be the conductor 
Conduct my song 
Play instruments all day long
(Repeat 1×)

 Play it 
My music 
It's supernatural 
Don't abuse it 
Play it my music 
It's supernatural don't abuse it 

Written by Concetta Hardnett 
02/26/2023

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