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...
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