alden: is there a poster of me
on your wall
with short-short shorts or zipped down jeans?
do you look up at night
and wish you were me,
under the stage under hot lights?
are you visceral viscous?
do you wanna make love to my sweet visage?
and then pretend...it's you it's you it's you
nick:i wrote you a letter
to become a member
of your fan club
but all i got in the mail was
return to sender
alden: i was a child star, it wasn't easy
nick:well i'm a child now, and you broke my heart
