She's signing autographs for hours the line is longer when you deal with amateurs
I've got some autographs of others but a shirt that smells a little like her
Once the bane of my perversion
Now she's on the television
Turn it up turn it down
Tune me in tune me out
Bite my lip around the family they know her holiday and summer weekend face
She's got a lovely shitcom family adopted one of every single race
Put yourself in my position
My Ex is on the television
Turn it up
When you place your lips upon the screen spark of which you've never seen
A volume knob controls the scream
Turn it up
