Transcription: Music You fence me in, you break me out The people grin, they see me shout And you would play your grand piano In fine array You match with Han Solo Class B, Class B You lose your lead You tear your books The host is pleased To share your looks And you would play Your crafty honor In fine array Imagine with hands up, shaking, raking We talked about all the places we'd seen when I saw you there And I thought it might be where you've grown so tall And how you were small when that major seventh interlude had crashed We talked about all the places We'd seen when I saw you there And I thought of my ...
