“I make music like I make love—in a group. OK, so I’m not in a band, and I sing alone in the shower.”
“I make love like I sing—in a choir, alone in the bathtub.”
“Haven’t you heard of the music of the spheres?” asked the dragon. “It’s the music that space makes to itself. All the spirits inside all the stars are singing. I’m a star spirit. I sing too. The music of the spheres is what makes space so peaceful.”
“I make love like a leprechaun, and I cuddle like a rainbow—after a shower.”
“I make love like a flamethrower would make a good ice machine. But that’s OK, because I like ice water.”
“I put the “sing” in single. But only when I’m in the shower.”