You’re at home honey when you’re doing your thing
As you blow on your horn you make my thoughts ring
A shot of Jack and jazz from your lips any day
One look at you, sax girl, and I’ll be on my way
Saw you last night at Wally’s blowing, blowing away
Wandered the streets thinking of you or of some way
To take you home and make you mine and have my way
One look at you, sax girl, yes you make my day
Putting in my hours every day I’m wound up pretty tight
Moments with you and your tunes always make my night
A shot of Jack and jazz from your lips any day
One look at you, sax girl, and I’ll be on my way
