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...