I call my D!¢K Notorious, cause it’s B.I.G.
Do you like heavy metal? Cause I can teach you how to scream.
Save a drum, bang a drummer.
Girl you must have swallowed a speaker, cause your beauty is louder than the rest.
I’ll beat that A$$ like a drum and leave you swimming in C^m.
Your voice is so a-do-re-ble to mi.
Let’s make music on my sheets.
I wanna duet with you.
Do you play the trumpet because you make me h0rn¥.
I’m like a musician going to a party, I always make a big entrance and I never C^m early.
I’m French h0rn¥ for your tromboner.
I’m a drummer, banging is what we do.
Wanna swap mouth pieces.
You had me at cello.
Let’s cut to the chase and duet already.
One night with me and you’ll hit all the high notes.
Are you Shakira, cuz those hips don’t lie.
I would show you my trumpet, but there would be jazz everywhere.
Do you like Adele? Cause I can tell you like rolling in the D.
My friends call me “Legato”, cause I’m so smooth.
How about we go home and study your French composition.
Are you a cellist? Cause I bet you like to do it in a chair with your legs spread wide open.
Just remember girl, “Treble” is my middle name.
I bet you didn’t know that musicians duet better.
Are you on the drumline? Because I want to play with your stick.
You can call me the piano man, cause you’ll love the way I tickle your keys.
Do your parents compose clA$$ical music, cause baby got Bach.
Do you like AC/DC cause I wanna do it all night long.
Girl, you remind me of Jason Derulo, because every-time we meet I want to sing your name!
Your French Horn is giving me a Woodwind.
Man: Girl, I can play you just like my guitar.Woman: I’d rather have you play me like a harmonica.
I’ll be Wiz Khalifa and you can be my joint.
All you need is safe sax, a reed, and me.
How about we get into some Treble and go to Third BA$$.
I’ll be your drum…you can beat me all night long!
I’m lower brA$$, and as you know, we get down like nobody’s business.
Girl if you were a Taylor Swift song, I would put you on repeat and listen to you over and over.
“Let’s play a love game, I’ll be Alejandro, you can be Lady Gaga and I’ll let you take a ride on my disco stick!
I will be a Dixie Chick and you be my cowboy… now take me away!
Girl if you think I’m good at memorizing sheet music, just think about what I can do with your body.
Are you Stacy’s mom? Cause you’ve got it going on.
I can’t play the guitar but i’ll sure pluck your G String.
Call me Eric Clapton, cause I’ll pluck your heart strings.
Ever heard of Metalica? Because you could ride my lightning.
“Bae, you make Rita Ora look like a teletubbie.”
How about we Duet all night long.
My favorite singer is Mick Jagger. He can’t get no satisfaction and neither can I. Want to help me change that?
“Baby girl, your like Katy Perry’s single “California Gurls” (Why’s that?) Cause I just can’t get you out of my head!
We must have good pitch, because baby me and you are so in tune.
If I were a drum I’d let you bang me all night long.
If you were a reed, I’d be a clarinet…Because I can’t function without you latched onto me.
You make my heart go staccato.
I can help you out with some alternate fingerings if you like?
You must be augmented because my love for you won’t diminish.
Hi, would you like to play my organ?
Are you a trumpet player?Because you sure are making me h0rn¥.
You’re a major part of my life. Without you I’d B Flat.
The tempo of my heart changes from adagio to allegro every time you walk in the room.
I want to duet with you.
Are you a fermata? Because I want to hold you.
You look sharp. Let’s go back to my flat and get natural.
Hey baby, let’s see if you’re that virtuoistic in bed.
Let’s make some sweet music together, honey.
I’m like Rachmaninov…King of the romantic.
Hey girl, wanna blow my trombone?Are you a guitar player?Because you just plucked my heart strings.
Hey babe, I have perfect pitch so let me turn your tuning pegs.
My part is hard. Maybe you can help me with it?
You’re more perfect than the key of C.
I wish you were the G line and I was a treble clef then I could wrap myself around you.
Your calves must ache…Because you’ve been marching through my mind all day.
You’re so saxy.
Wanna swap mouth pieces?
If you were a piece of music, I’d love to sight read you all day long.
I’d love to strum your G string.
Do you play the vibraphone?Because I’ve been getting good vibes from you.
Are you a scale? Because I’d like to go up and down all over you.
BA$$es are not the only thing I’m good at fingering.
You can tickle my ivories any time you like, girl.
You light up my world like a piccolo lights up the sharp side of a tuner.
You must be a choir director…Because you make my heart sing.
Can I put my baritone inside your tuba?I want to see if it fits.
I’ll take it accelerando so you can crescendo to a forte.
I C Major potential in us getting together.
You can put your lips on my mouthpiece any day.
I don’t need to put a fortissimo sign to make you scream.
Do you believe in pre-marital sax?
You must be a fourth or a fifth, because you’re just perfect!
Is that a drum stick, or are you just happy to see me?
I may not be Mumford, but do you want to have my sons?
You know how everyone names their instruments?Wanna name mine?
This reed isn’t the only thing I can get wet.
My reed loves it when I blow hard. It vibrates like crazy.
Wanna test it on your wood?
You and I are like B# and C. We look different, but we are exactly the same.
I can make you hit all the high notes, baby.
My tonguing needs work. Can you help me practice it?
Don’t worry, I always practice safe sax and I always wear a reed.
I’m going to crash into you harder than a cymbal.
My instructor says I have a great blow technique.
Can I finger your fret board?
Girl, you make my trumpet snap to attention.
Damn girl, you’re looking sharp!
Hey girl, let’s get brA$$y.
This cello isn’t the only big wood between my legs, you know.
I’m a fermata. Hold me.
Let’s get into some treble and go to third bA$$.
I need help loosening my embouchure. Wanna help me after practice?
Slow down girl, you’re giving me a woodwind.
Can I empty my spit valve on you?
You wanna grease my slide?
Hey girl, are you a C Major scale?Because you look all natural to me.
I bet we’d get into some serious Treble together.
I’d soak your reed any day.
Tonguing, blowing and fingering aren’t just for an instrument, you know.
I’m a flute player, you know. I can give you some cheap trills.
I know you’re used to riding high on the staff, but us lower brA$$ get down low like it’s nobody’s business.
Girl, you give me a tromboner.You can call me Legato…Because I’m smooth.
I bet that flute isn’t the only thing you know how to blow.
You sound a bit flat. Do I pull out or push in?
Just call me AC/DC, because I’m gonna rock you all night long!
I’d like to memorize your body like I memorize my music.
Falling out of love with you is as hard as marching backwards in circles.
Slow doesn’t have to mean soft.
When I’m with you, my heart starts to syncopate.
Hey baby, you’re on my to-do Liszt tonight.
You know what they say about cellists don’t you?They like to do it on a chair with their legs spread wide.
Baby, when we’re done you’re going to need a whole rest.
You know clarinet players blow, finger and lick wood the best.
Sopranos are always on top, altos are on the bottom, but baby we mezzos can go both ways.
Are you a trombone because I’d like to blow you in seven different positions.
When in doubt, pull out.
Trust me, I’m a drummer. I know how to handle wood.
My fingers can keep up with my tongue.