Music Is My Boyfriend

I found music And he found me I gave him some tambourine He game 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: An internal melody Guitars make me happy Drum beast make us all free Solid as a rock lover Is the music in me I found music and he found me: A balding head-banding pre-teen So he seduced me in a dream: I kissed his ugly gangly greens He swallowed my pee We lived to be happy And prayed to be free But it was soon found out That my body is brief I found music And he found me He kept me singing To my dying day Sing to be happy Hum to be free The eternal harmony Music and me