The Fan

Heard you got an infection

Just before your lewd rejection.

Wait till the shit hits the fan

You couldn't turn him down.

Hold your address book above your knees

And kiss your soft leg there.

He was on top of the pop stars

You couldn't turn him down.

You were a sweet girl

When you were a cheerleader

But I think you're much better now.

Bought a few reds from your neighborhood dealer

And you passed out in the back of a car.

You were too messed up to climb out

What if your old man had found out?