Television

She's signing autographs for hours the line is longer when you deal with amateurs
 I've got some autographs of others but a shirt that smells a little like her
 Once the bane of my perversion
 Now she's on the television
 Turn it up, turn it down
 Tune me in, tune me out
 Bite my lip around the family they know her holiday and summer weekend face
 She's got a lovely shitcom family adopted one of every single race
 Put yourself in my position
 My Ex is on the television
 Turn it up, turn it down
 Tune me in, tune me out
 Turn it up, turn it down
 Tune me in, tune me out
 When you place your lips upon the screen, the spark of which you've never seen
 A volume knob controls the scream
 Turn it up, turn it down
 Tune me in, tune me out
 Turn it up, turn it down
 Tune me in, tune me out
 Turn it up, turn it down
 Tune me in, tune me out
 Turn it up, turn it down
 Tune me in, tune me out