This song wont get out of my head...
If music be the food of love, sing on. Sing on, sing on till I am filled with joy. For then my listening soul you move to pleasures. To pleasures that can never cloy. Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare that you are music everywhere. Pleasures invade both eye and ear. So fierce the transports are they wound. And all my senses feasted are. Though yet the treat is only sound, sure I must parish by your charm unless you save me in your arms. If music be the food of love, sing on. Sing on, sing on till I am filled with joy.