As Am a Bath Room Singer
AS AM BATH ROOM SINGER
The fame of a Michael Jackson
So big it is,
The people start crying at him,
When he tune the song of melancholic,
But am sure am too like him,
As am the bath room singer,
Without any fear and shyness,
As the thing so kind to me,
Whenever the bathroom hour come,
The motif keep changing,
Cause no singer better than me.
Bathroom my ever concert place,
But no achievement I don’t care.
The lizard behind the bulb,
Perishing away to cry out of my song,
But I was wrong my voice leap them out
As am the bathroom singer,
They have to listen so as they are the audience.
The voice of mine become so large,
when the cold water falls upon me,
But still song never get pause.
Even though its something worng ,
Some time I doubt myself,
Will I be a kitchen singer?
Absolutely No! cause the kitchen so proud,
And the people like me too.
Will never be in vain,
As the bathroom singer is the singer of all.
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