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
