My Powers of Suggestion are Unstoppable

I am weary from lack of sleep, which is about the only way I can explain how I got Avril Lavigne's song "Skater Boy" in my head. Maybe I heard it in the airport or something. I understand that this is an unacceptable state of affairs, so I've been preventing myself from singing the few bars of the song I know. I figured a good night's sleep would change things. I was wrong.

This morning, around 5:45 a.m., I confided my problem to Anna.

"Oh, no," she said. "You're not going to get that song in my head."

A few minutes later, without so much as humming a bar of it, she informed that I was a bad person for getting this song into her head.

So there you go.