Television

She's signing autographs for hours

The line are 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

A spark of which I've never seen

A volume knob controls the scream

Turn it up