There's a voice I hear
In my head sometimes,
That's definitely not my own.
It's sharp and stern,
Shocked, though amused, and
Accompanied by a look of disbelief.
I love this voice.
It makes me smile.
It's my measure for everything funny.
Sometimes it's my dad.
Sometimes it's Thea Mary.
And it only ever says one thing.
'What the hell's the matter with you?!'
