The Fan

I heard you got an infection

From a guitar player of great renown

Wait till the shit hits the fan

You couldn't turn him down

They pulled your dress up above your knees

Kiss your soft legs there

He was on top of the pop star

And you couldn't turn him down

You were a sweet girl, you were a cheerleader

But I think you're much better now

Bought a few reds from your neighborhood dealer

And you passed out on the back of a car

You were too messed up to climb out

What if your old man had found out? Yeah