I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul

I realize I'm singing along to the song in my headphones when I catch the two people waiting in front of the apartment building do a double take as I walk by.

I imagine how I sound: that sort of weird, thin, high, quavery voice that people sing in when they're singing and they can't hear their own voice. It's creepy.

I continue down the block, deliberately singing louder, which is more obnoxious, but less creepy.