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.
You know you don't have any competition, because when it's your turn,with just
one blow you reign as conquerer.
The long, sleek, black woodwind in which the notes 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 vibration.
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