Pitch Pipe Overture
Sing for me and make it a cappella,
an album of musical afternoons;
By the light of the old candelabra
with a pitch pipe harness exotic tunes;
Your voice a passport to a far off land
no need for any accompaniment;
Colorful suitcase let me hold your hand
I’m smitten by the vocal enchantment;
That accent so deliciously foreign
I want to lick it clean off of your lips;
When can we go to the airport again?
I revel in all of our first class trips;
The moment the last song is in the air
I’ve begun planning our next overture.
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