During the day when people can see me:
At night when people can’t see me:
But sometimes my favorite song comes on and I can’t help myself:
And people pass by and I’m like:
Did they see?
And they’re looking at me weird:
So I look away or slink down in my seat:
And then I tell myself it’s fine, that It probably wasn’t anyone I knew.
As soon as I get away from them I start up singing again.