Ode to Jazz - Yea her

You don't understand jazz...
Yea her...
Yea her

Like the pace of city lights,
And the glare of urban nights
You don't understand her
Yea her

I love her
The up tempo beat
The rhythm of the street
You don't understand her, Yea her

I expose her vulnerabilities
To intrigue myself to her capabilities
To show my abilities
You don't understand her, yea her

I love her
She puts me in a sentimental mood
She takes me to the honky tonks of inner city blues
You don't understand her, yea her

Down on the A train
Where the damned dont cry
Where the music seems to fly
You don't understand her, yea her

She takes me down to the summer breeze of New Orleans
To the spring streets of Harlem
This is her
You don't understand her, Yea her

I'm on her corner
She has her way with me
She takes my money
And when she is gone I'm left empty

Maybe it's me
Maybe it's me
Maybe it's me
Do I understand her, yea her?