You wake up gently, just barely aware that the clock radio is playing. Your entrance to consciousness has in fact been so gentle that the song playing on the radio has insinuated itself into the last dream you were having, so as you wake up you're not sure whether you dreamed the song, or the song caused the dream.
Naturally, the song stays with you. You catch yourself humming it in the car on the way to work, drumming your fingers in time with it at your desk, and even singing it at odd moments ... on your way from building to building ... in line at the cafeteria ... perhaps even in the bathroom stall.
In general, your co-workers are mature, understanding people. It's an enlightened, multicultural, extremely tolerant bunch. You'd think that even the most juvenile of them could overlook something as innocuous as the unconscious repetition of deeply-embedded pop lyrics.
Not, however, when the song is Madonna's "Like A Virgin."