I´m not a fan But I understand If there is something that moves you That´s not my cup of tea It´s part of what makes you beautiful to me
I´m not a fan Like you and your friends You´re so well read; I grew up on sugar cereal and TV I´m starting to wonder what you see in me No, I´m not a fan But maybe I could learn to be
Oh, there´s always something from the start You try to tell yourself it´s only small But it´s not And it´s the very thing that later on will tear it all apart
I´m not a fan And I wonder if you really are Or does it make you feel smart?
A boy band with glasses Just minus the heart He´s shaking his ass And you call it art I´ll wait in the lobby; go meet him for real We can all go to dinner, yeah, and I´ll be third wheel So go get your t-shirt signed, fangirl I may or may not be here when you return