Eunuch

It's sweet sometimes

To be alone

Writing lines

At the microphone

I've got a turntable

And a casio

And a microphone

Standing in a room alone

And with the headphones on

My lungs don't feel a thing

Something sweet can happen

When your mouth begins to sing

Alone

There's a place I know

In the basement below

Sweetest feeling

Floor to ceiling

Eunuchs always

Feel this way

Cry at night

Laugh all day