Jazz Chick
Go on with your bad self jazz chick
when we hear your deedle d's, and
high c's we feel your vibration.
Ya know you have no competition
cuz when it's your turn, with just one
blow, you reign as conqueror.
The long sleek, black woodwind in which
the notes a flow. the clickity clang from
which is composed from the finger holes.
Go on with your bad self jazz chick
when we hear your deedle d's and
high c's we feel your vibrations.
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