There he was in the background
Had headphones to protect his ears
The bass got me moving
Bum dum bum bum bum dum
All my friends swooning for the lead guitarist
Him giving them a show
With his nice voice, winking so ambiguous and to anyone really (not like my drummer)
While
The drummer barely aware of the crowd
I could tell.
The notes hit hard and slam it down
Moved the song along
I moved to his beat
Not to their notes, and lyrics,
But to His bass
Feel it moves us even thought he pays me no mind
The passion in-between his fingers
The real star
Humble may he be
Try to move closer
Let it sink in my bones
Become one with his movements
Perfect timing
Waiting patiently with his band
Knew when to break
When to sped up the tempo
When to match the vocalist
Can't be help,a girl, this girl, me
Yes it's true
I fell for the drummer
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My life story
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