[Andrea glanced down the empty hallway. Strolling as nonchalantly as possible. Peeking her head into the music room to make sure it was clear. Stepping inside and moving over to the piano. She cracked her knuckles before stretching her hands out and touching the ivory delicately before playing a tune.]
I'm not aware of too many things, but I know what I know if ya know I mean. Philosophy, is the talk on cereal box. Religion, is a smile on a dog. I'm not aware of too many things, but I know what I know if ya know I mean. Do ya?
Choke me in the shallow water...before I get too deep. What I am is what I am, and you what you are, or what? What I am is what, and you what you are, Oh! I'm not aware of too many things, but I know what I know if ya know what I mean.