04-08-2017, 09:38 PM
The D's Lee
He approached me in the parking lot after the show,
like a ghost in front of me all eyes and smiles.
'You were amazing up there tonight!
I've seen all your shows. Heres a website
I set up with your photos and lyrics.'
And he stood there in the parking lot until after I left.
Everything was in there, even my favorite foods.
How could he get all this information?
Details! I searched the whole site, unbelievable,
I had to do something, within a few hours
I found his address linked to a profile with his picture.
Seven in the morning, sure enough, the fan
steps out of his house in a suit in a hurry.
Acting fast, I sprint across the street, 'hey buddy!
Hi! I thought you did great work with that website,
here's a few more pictures, and my phone number,
if you want to set up an interview, all right! See ya!'
Two in the afternoon, why hasn't he called?
Good thing I have his phone number, I'll try it.
No answer! Maybe he was busy, I'll try again.
Jeez what's going on? I hope he's okay.
It's been an hour, he hasnt called me back.
I better try the hospital, it could be any of them.
Five of clock! His car is there, thank God!
Knock, knock knock. Try the knob, locked.
I can't see anything through the window,
any Windows around the side? Here's one,
tap tap, tap! *CRASH* 'What the hell?!!
Where have you been? The doors been locked all day!
I tried all the hospitals!' And he stood there,
like a ghost in front of me all eyes and smiles,
'No one's ever cared this much about me!'
He cried, we hugged, he comes to all my shows,
my biggest fan, happily ever after...
He approached me in the parking lot after the show,
like a ghost in front of me all eyes and smiles.
'You were amazing up there tonight!
I've seen all your shows. Heres a website
I set up with your photos and lyrics.'
And he stood there in the parking lot until after I left.
Everything was in there, even my favorite foods.
How could he get all this information?
Details! I searched the whole site, unbelievable,
I had to do something, within a few hours
I found his address linked to a profile with his picture.
Seven in the morning, sure enough, the fan
steps out of his house in a suit in a hurry.
Acting fast, I sprint across the street, 'hey buddy!
Hi! I thought you did great work with that website,
here's a few more pictures, and my phone number,
if you want to set up an interview, all right! See ya!'
Two in the afternoon, why hasn't he called?
Good thing I have his phone number, I'll try it.
No answer! Maybe he was busy, I'll try again.
Jeez what's going on? I hope he's okay.
It's been an hour, he hasnt called me back.
I better try the hospital, it could be any of them.
Five of clock! His car is there, thank God!
Knock, knock knock. Try the knob, locked.
I can't see anything through the window,
any Windows around the side? Here's one,
tap tap, tap! *CRASH* 'What the hell?!!
Where have you been? The doors been locked all day!
I tried all the hospitals!' And he stood there,
like a ghost in front of me all eyes and smiles,
'No one's ever cared this much about me!'
He cried, we hugged, he comes to all my shows,
my biggest fan, happily ever after...
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches