Band Geek
They call me a band geek
They call me a freak
But what they don't know is it helps me think
When I hear the beat
I tap my feet
Everything in my mind starts going
All of my intellegance starts showing
My eyes begin to glow
As my ideas begin to flow
I put them on paper
And here you go
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