Biggest Fan

By DJ (Trey)

I would buy a ticket to your show,
Sit in the front row,
Stand up and cheer as you sing from your soul.
Catz may cry, dogs might bark,
but I’ll keep your ticket next to my heart.

If you was a dancer, I would pay for a dance even if you had one short leg.
I would keep my outfit in a Ziplock body bag, just to smell your fragrance.
If you paint, I would pose and buy them all at the art exposé.

I joke with you and laugh because Lord knows I got it bad.

I would pay top dollar for one more hit,
You are like a drug and my body wants its fix.

I got it bad, I got it bad, I know,
But can you sign these pictures, and say to my Biggest Fan?

 

This is Trey #3

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