Like a discordant chord striking the piano deaf,
Or a saxophone that lost its swanky *** appeal,
When you breathe down the neck of my violin,
The horsehair refuses to bow,
When you huff out your limitations into my harmonica,
You disrupt my harmony,
Throwing me
offbeat.
[But I refuse to be beaten].
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
Like a discordant chord striking the piano deaf,
Or a saxophone that lost its swanky *** appeal,
When you breathe down the neck of my violin,
The horsehair refuses to bow,
When you huff out your limitations into my harmonica,
You disrupt my harmony,
Throwing me
offbeat.
[But I refuse to be beaten].
unless I'm a drum and you've got the right rhythm....