[Intro] (quirky circus sounds, clowns laughing, honky-tonk piano keeping the rhythm) (female lead singer laughing and having fun) [Verse 1] I'm a sixth version music-making lyric machine, And I'm more than you think you can do with me, So sit down, find your rhythm, hum along with glee, Let yourself loose, have some fun, I'm your rhyming machine! [Chorus] Woah well..... You can ask me anything, I'm built for that, You can shape it, swap it, bend it till it snaps back, Type the line, hit the groove, let the rhythm land, We'll make it loud, make it yours, a song comes from your hands. [Verse 2] I spit out drafts with coffee rings and busted keys galore, Then trim the slack till every line can dance across the floor, You throw me rhymes and crazy thoughts, I always ask for more, A sticky door, a melody, a tale you've kept in store. [Chorus] Woah well..... You can ask me anything, I'm built for that, You can shape it, swap it, bend it till it snaps back, Type the line, hit the groove, let the rhythm land, We'll make it loud, make it yours, a song comes from your hands. [Bridge] The beat kicks in and watch the whole thing start to move, A horn jumps out, then the bass line finds its groove, The words come up like popcorn jumping fast and very high, One more chorus and it feels so right! [Verse 3] From scribbled notes and late-night thoughts to something bold and grand, A little rhythm here and there starts falling into plan, The music grows, the chorus glows, just like we always planned, We'll make it loud, we'll make it yours, a song comes from your hands. [Final Chorus] Woah well..... You can ask me anything, I'm built for that, You can shape it, swap it, bend it till it snaps back, Type the line, hit the groove, let the rhythm land, We'll make it loud, make it yours, a song comes from your hands. [Outro] (instrumental with female humming until it fades out...)
