Why I'm a saxohpone

You push my buttons

make me breathe out deep.


I swing nice and low

when you give me a solo.


I know I'm hard to learn

but the time will fly.


I'm a saxophone because

of the way you push,


and relieve me.


Like la vie en rose

you make me swing.


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