Jesse Dyen - The Orchestra's On Fire текст песни

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 understand

She's on fire…orchestra's on fire