All Full Up

Like a tank full of gas,

I'm full of music.

Pop, classical or jazz,

I just can't seem to lose it.

I'm always singing,

That song in my head.

All the way from the beginning,

Until the song's quite dead.

It brings me so much joy,

To have music all around me.

Will it ever start to annoy

me? We'll have to wait and see.


 

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