Jesse Dyen
The Orchestra’s On Fire
She liked me better before she let me pet her…a gentle graze…a heavy-handed pie…she called me mister…reminds me of her sister…a healthy head of hair…and I couldn’t blame her…the candlelight became her…the orchestra’s on fire…on fire(reprise)so it’s a little hard to tell what happens…yeah I know, I understandShe’s on fire…orchestra’s on fire…
From Letras Mania