Hey baby, will we be fine?

I sit here
and they say
Ani, that girl
she sings
she loves music
but I don't sing

She can keep a beat
two-step, 808 drone
down the pub
with the boys
in the band
but I don't play

Any instruments
and that man
with the voice
in the back of a black cab
I straddle his lap
and ride far

[For a fare
that's fair

have slept too much
and still I play
still I sing
still I write
still I love, so much

Head spins
I remember
your artistic potential
was even less than mine

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