My stereo and I
I think I'm in love with my stereo, He never lets me down.
With the bass of the beats booming from ear to ear.
I come alive!
Fast songs erect my feet to move,
while slow songs make me remember our past.
My stereo never judges me.
When I sing out loud to the pumping flow.
He just sings along with me.
I can be myself aound him.
Sing real HIGH if i want to and sing LOW when i'm blue.
But me and my stero come as one.
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