Not a Fan

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