Line for Lyons - Live

Listen to them play our song
 How they shock my poor brain with that electric refrain
 I hear a buzzin', just like a dozen doorbells
 Everytime I hear our song
 I get weak in the knees my heart pumps up a breeze
 Sending a stream to every extremity
 Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me
 The music's magic spell
 Leaves me a mess of quivering jelly
 Even on a violin
 How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones
 I must confess, it leaves me a mess, our song
 Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me
 The music's magic spell
 Leaves me a mess of quivering jelly
 Even on a violin
 How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones
 I must confess, it leaves me a mess, our song does
 I love to hear our song cause
 It grooves me so our song