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

So fuck you
And your friends