Orchestra assembled, each one takes a seat

Conductor raises baton, ready for the beat

Harmony is called for, Unison we know.

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Are your eyes still blue? Is your breath still sweet?

Does my touch send a tingle from your head to your feet?

Would you like to have an encore from your head to your toe?

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

All the notes are written, set down in advance,

Everyone is gathering, gathering for the dance.

First going faster, then going slow,

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Are your eyes still blue? Is your breath still sweet?

Does my touch send a tingle from your head to your feet?

Would you like to have an encore from your head to your toe?

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Later in the evening, air is growing colder,

Rest your golden hair, here, gently on my shoulder,

Building up a fire, comes a rosy glow,

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Are your eyes still blue? Is your breath still sweet?

Does my touch send a tingle from your head to your feet?

Would you like to have an encore from your head to your toe?

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Nothing much to say, and saying nothing much,

Periodic stroking, fingers to the touch;

Knowing how it feels, feeling it, I know

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Do we fit all along, neck and hips, leg and waist?

Do we fit like a fiddle in a well-loved case?

Do your eyes match the colour of my blue pillow?

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Softness fills the room, settling very still

Bodies mold together, laying where they will

Better than a kiss under mistletoe,

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Do we fit all along, neck and hips, leg and waist?

Do we fit like a fiddle in a well-loved case?

Do your eyes match the colour of my blue pil-low?

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Now in time together, now in harmony

I'm alive to you and you are part of me,

Synchronous in rhythm, rhythm fast or slow

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Do we fit all along, neck and hips, leg and waist?

Do we fit like a fiddle in a well-loved case?

Do your eyes match the colour of my blue pillow?

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Never letting go, Can't get close enough

Playing soft and yielding, Sensing hard and rough

Wanting just to come, wanting not to go

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Do we fit all along, neck and hips, leg and waist?

Do we fit like a fiddle in a well-loved case?

Do your eyes match the colour of my blue pillow?

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Hands play ever faster, wandering where they seek,

Rising from the plains to the mountain peak.

Starting with Uh-huh, ending with an Oh!

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Are your eyes still blue? Is your breath still sweet?

Does my touch send a tingle from your head to your feet?

Would you like to have an encore from your head to your toe?

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.

Do we fit all along, neck and hips, leg and waist?

Do we fit like a fiddle in a well-loved case?

Do your eyes match the colour of my blue pillow?

You be the violin, I'll be the bow.