Closet Classic Junkie (The Street #4)

She wears t-shirts of the Beatles

And she loves the Rolling Stones

She wakes up to David Bowie

And she dreams of the Ramones

She goes out to dance clubs nightly

Till her ear drums both get blown

But, she has a deep dark secret

That her friends will never know

At night when she is by herself

When the room is nice and dark

She slips beneath the covers

With Johann Sebastian Bach

She’s a closet classic junkie

And her name is Amber Clark

She just loves orchestral music

The rock and roll is just a lark

Her friends think something classical

Is something for your folks

They cannot play an instrument

They cannot read the notes

They think that  chamber music is

What people play on boats

But she has a deep dark secret

She loves the stuff that Chopin wrote

At night when she is by herself

And her friends have gotten pissed

She slips beneath the covers

And she listens to some Liszt

She listens to it many times

In case there’s things she’s missed

She’s a closet classic junkie

She has “Baroque” upon her wrist

She listens to the music

That her friends like to be cool

If she told them what she listens to

They’d laugh her out of school

So, when they go out  clubbing

She will join them as a rule

But…ah that deep dark secret

This girl is no ones fool

She listens to Beethoven

And she knows each piece by heart

She knows where one bar ends

And another one will start

She can play most every instrument

And she knows most every part

She’s a classic closet junkie

But she still knows Boyce and Hart

She has cds in her library

And most sit there untouched

When her friends are gone they don’t get played

She doesn’t like them much

She would rather hear a symphony

By a composter who was Dutch

But there’s that deep dark secret

And she won’t use it a crutch

At night when she is warm in bed

She listens to Mozart

She needs a little Nacht Musique

To open up her heart

It’s a piece that sets her mind a blaze

It hits her like a dart

She’s a closet classic junkie

And she keeps her worlds apart

By day she sings Bruce Springsteen

At night she listens to

Composers that her friends don’t know

They’re so old they’re new

So she keeps her world a secret

For she knows what they would do

If they found she didn’t know

Where were you in sixty two

But at night she is a junkie

And she listens to Mozart

She needs that piece of music

To shoot an arrow through her heart

Eine Kleine Nachmusic

She conducts every part

She’s our Closet Classic Junkie

shhh…..the song’s about to start…

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