Your my rim rock baby,nmy six string serenade.nThe bass drum's beatingnand you're so overplayed.nnYou're my dented, snarling snare,nthe black and white ivory,nthe crackling of piano keys,nand you are the treble cleff to me.nnYou play the high notes,nI'll be the low.nI'll creep up from underneath,nand we will make a harmony.nnLet's keep this in tune,nmy notes tend to turn sour.nWhen this riff starts to tire,nI'll mute the strings and cut the power.nnSoak in this silence,nthis deafening white noise.nLet's keep this unplugged,nand I'll try to sing with style and poise.nnYou play the high notes,nI'll be the low.nI'll creep up from underneath,nand we will make a harmony.nnYou play the high notes,nI'll be the low.nI'll creep up from underneath,nand we will make a harmony. n n n n