Hey I'm a man and I've been a fan
Of your band for such a long long time
I stand in the back where I won't attract
Any attention of the wrong wrong kind
Remember when you could count all your friends
On your hands well you can count on mine
I'll just leave this right here and if you like it my dear
Hit the ceiling baby knock three times
Creepy weirdo
Who are you to make my name your headline?
You twist your words into hearts
I just don't know where to start
Now get the hell off of my cloud
This is all mine
Hey now just chillax you don't got all the facts
Two years ago I was just kinda down
I think you're pretty keen if you know what I mean
And I really liked your sound
Now are you listening I meant to compliment
You for really really making me think
I've been all around the world and you're not like other girls
Maybe you and I could get a drink
Aren't you married?
What would happen if I showed this to your wife?
You know the whole world can see
From your own Twitter feed
A cyclical dalliance with my kind
Listen bitch I was scratching an itch
And I know that you know what I mean
Your jealousy looks fugly to me
I should have figured that you'd make a scene
Now you can dress it up, yeah, stuff and tuck
But in the end you're just a pantomime
No I shoulda never wrote a love letter
To a tranny and put it out online
Well I never
No I never want to hear your name again
Whatever you're working through
It's got nothing to do
With my art or my heart or my value
Oh no
Oh no no no