Television

She's signing autographs for hours
The line are longer when you deal with amateurs
I've got some autographs of others
But a shirt that smells a little like herOnce the bane of my perversion
Now she's on the televisionTurn it up, turn it down
Tune me in, tune me outBite 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 racePut yourself in my position
My ex is on the televisionTurn it upWhen you place your lips upon the screen
A spark of which I've never seen
A volume knob controls the screamTurn it up