my migraine is always ready to dance,
no matter what time of day or night,
his foot taps on my brain loudly,
to his own music, pound, pound, pound,
Okay, I'll dance with you,
Let's turn, spin, twirl,
Spin me out of control,
Spin me through the air,
high, higher, higher yet,
Okay, can we please stop now?
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