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Sep. 27th, 2006 10:17 pmI like music
The rhythm really gets to me
I can't control it
My feet move automatically
And I like hot licks
The kind I wish that I could play
And when I hear them
I crank the volume all the way
Turn it on
Turn it up
Turn it loud
All the way
I like strangers
Their kindness means a lot to me
They don't ask questions
Don't care about my history
And I like fast girls
I don't know what's come over me
They make me do things
I would not ordinarily
Turn me on
Turn me up
Turn me loose
All the way
Hear it
Feel it
Like it
Do it do it do it do it
The rhythm really gets to me
I can't control it
My feet move automatically
And I like hot licks
The kind I wish that I could play
And when I hear them
I crank the volume all the way
Turn it on
Turn it up
Turn it loud
All the way
I like strangers
Their kindness means a lot to me
They don't ask questions
Don't care about my history
And I like fast girls
I don't know what's come over me
They make me do things
I would not ordinarily
Turn me on
Turn me up
Turn me loose
All the way
Hear it
Feel it
Like it
Do it do it do it do it
Thank you, Dennis, for pulling my evening out of the sh!tter and reminding me that there's little in the world that feels better than belting out cheesy rock lyrics at the top of my lungs. Thank you, Papamousie, for continually reminding me that I'm wanted. Thank you, puppers, for aiding and abetting my burgeoning collection of music. And thank you, Howard County Police, for being understanding and amused and NOT arresting me for disturbing the peace (and for being a Styx fan, too... how cool is THAT?!).
o.o