tell me something about myself 

the subject you know so well 

strike those secret chords 

which you’ve known of all along 

 

it doesn’t really need to rhyme 

there’s no point in wasting time 

when we could be making love 

or better yet singing a song 

 

your antennae pull me in 

there’s no more interference 

I’m a picture in your mind 

painted over a million times 

 

show me your deepest secret 

I need to see myself 

even after you show me the trick 

there’s magic in doing it well