I found music
and he found me
I gave him some tambourine
he gave me a scream
I washed his dirty underwear
he made me toast
Music filled my mug with Vaseline
I gave him a choke
We could be happy
we could be free
If we don't make-out
or fall in love
I found music
and he found me
bleeding from my fingers and knees
plugged into a drum machine
nailed to my head: a tambourine
and a guitar laced to my waist
A stone cold fever:
a internal melody
Guitars make me happy
drum beats make us all free
solid as a rock lover
is the music in me
