The Rockstar & the Fan

Treat someone like a rockstar and they'll treat you like a fan
Hanging round the van your autograph book in your hand
She wants a real man not some boy who follows her round
Sheepishly waiting and aimlessly gazing and never making a sound
You're the last thing on her mind when she goes to sleep
She'll never kiss the boy who kissed her feet
So move over child

She's the first thing on your mind
All of the time
You ask her how she's doing
And she simply replies 'fine'
I know you're doing time in your mind it's in your eyes
Opening them wide will make you see at least you tried

Treat someone with mystery and they will want you back
Don't be texting back straight off the bat and just relax
She doesn't need a lapdog
What she wants is a man
Always be the rockstar
Never be the fan

Be the first thing on her mind when she goes to bed
You'll be ever present in her head
So move over child

She's the first thing on your mind
All of the time
You ask her how she's doing
And she simply replies 'fine'
I know you're doing time in your mind it's in your eyes
Opening them wide will make you see at least you tried

Treat someone like a rockstar and they'll treat you like a fan
Hanging round the van your autograph book in your hand
She wants a real man not some boy who follows her round
Sheepishly waiting and aimlessly gazing and never making a sound
You're the last thing on her mind when she goes to sleep
She'll never kiss the boy who kissed her feet
So move over child Now
Move over child now
Move over child now
Move over child now
Move over child now
Now
Now
Move over child



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Writer(s): Lawrence Wright
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