Musical Sex Ed

This isn't about the birds and the bees
It's all about the picks and the strings
So grab a guy and a gal, and something extra like a towel
'Cause when we're through with this rendezvous
You might just clean up something foul

In first position
Hand on the body
Caress it now and don't be gaudy
It's time for the naught, naughty
Hey!

Making music it all night long
'Cause we're mimicking the horizon
We're having tons of fun underneath the midnight sun

Banging on drums in sync with my trombone
Hollerin' and screamin' and pleadin' for out solo song

Damn it, I got the jone-sies
But I'll still play my saxophone, baby
Lemme hear that adagio please
I wanna see you beggin' on your knees
'Cause I got a flue for you to polish, honey

This isn't about the birds and the bees
It's about the picks and the strings
Making music all night long
'Cause we're mimicking the horizon
So sing me your solo song

Hut! Titta-titta-titta [3x]
BAM! There goes the gong
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I got bored in government one day and my friend how my other friend likes writing provocative things on his arms. The conversation switched him telling me how he saw a hobo take two steps, stop, look around, the repeat the process and he made a song about it.

This is not it! 8D

Anyway, I was like, "This isn't about the birds and the bees, this is about the picks and the strings!" We both agreed it was cool ['cause we're lame] and I wrote this, lol.