[To be sung to a thumping, bouncy pop tune.]
Too much access:
I have everything I need.
Too much access:
I never need to bleed.
Too much access:
It's all a live feed.
Too much access:
My iPod's on speed.
Too much access:
My cell's a real need.
Too much access:
My car's better than a steed.
Too much access:
I never need a creed.
Too much access:
My soul's a thin reed.
Too much access:
I'm led; I never lead.
Too much access.
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