Cloetta and Bill (The Story Of a Fan)

Can’t take me away,
Can’t stop me,
I’m on my way,
I know what to get,
And how to get it!

So she shouted,
Slamming the door,
Driven by love,
By jealousy and greed,
And where did it get her?

You don’t understand,
Why are you blind?
Try and see,
What all this means to me,
I love him!

She wrote him a letter,
Rhyming, decorated,
She even kissed it,
Sprayed it with her perfume,
This was her magic spell…

I’ll run away then!
Don’t try to stop me,
It’s my destiny,
I have to be with my Bill,
No matter what!

She stood outside every concert,
Every hotel gate,
Hoping for a glance,
A smile,
Knowing that he knew,
She was waiting…

Move, he has to see me!
I’m what he wants,
I am everything,
Get him down here,
I know it’ll happen…

She stood in the crowd,
Moving, shovelling,
Close to the stage,
But not quite,
She got trapped,
The music deafened her scream…