Sing for me and make it a cappella, an album of musical afternoons; By the light of the old candelabra with a pitch pipe harness exotic tunes; Your voice a passport to a far off land no need for any accompaniment; Colorful suitcase let me hold your hand I’m smitten by the vocal enchantment; That accent so deliciously foreign I want to lick it clean off of your lips; When can we go to the airport again? I revel in all of our first class trips; The moment the last song is in the air I’ve begun planning our next overture.