Dear Little Fan Girl.
You're here today,
Then gone tomorrow,
You'll be off to the next best thing.
Humming to lyrics you don't understand,
And those lyrics you will be forgetting,
When you go to a concert,
Dressed like a whore(cause your nothing more),
Screaming, "I love you" and "Fuck me"
To hide the fact you don't know any of the songs,
So you can't sing along.
So you were a waste of a perfectly good ticket,
That a true fan could've gotten.
But during that car ride home,
You'll hear a new song,
And, oh My!
You've moved on!
The cycle starts over again.
You're here today,
Then gone tomorrow,
You're off to the next best thing.
Then gone tomorrow,
You'll be off to the next best thing.
Humming to lyrics you don't understand,
And those lyrics you will be forgetting,
When you go to a concert,
Dressed like a whore(cause your nothing more),
Screaming, "I love you" and "Fuck me"
To hide the fact you don't know any of the songs,
So you can't sing along.
So you were a waste of a perfectly good ticket,
That a true fan could've gotten.
But during that car ride home,
You'll hear a new song,
And, oh My!
You've moved on!
The cycle starts over again.
You're here today,
Then gone tomorrow,
You're off to the next best thing.