The Fan

Bill Payne, Lowell George Heard you got an infection Just before your lewd rejection Wait'll the shit hits the fan You couldn't turn him down Hold your address book above your knees And kissed your soft legs there He was on top of the pop stars You couldn't turn him down You were a sweet girl When you were a cheerleader But I think you're much better now Bought a few reds from your neighboorhood dealer And you pa*sed out in the back of a car You were too messed up to climb out What if your old man had found out