The Fan

Heard you got an infection
Just before your lewd rejection
Wait till the shit hits the fan
You couldn’t turn him down
Hold your address book above your knees
And kiss your soft leg there
He was on top of the pop stars
You couldn’t turn him down
You were a sweet girl
When you were a cheerleader
But I think you’re much better now
Bought a few reds from your neighbourhood dealer
And you passed out in the back of a car
You were too messed up to climb out
What if your old man had found out?