Boys in Her Fanclub - Sweet Apple

Boys in Her Fanclub Lyrics

Their just boys in her fan club
But they can if she wanted them
Maybe it's just the price of fame
Maybe it's just the price of crimeTheir just boys in a chaser
Marching with facist flair
Maybe it's just their sense of style
The way their knocking on my doorEveryone's a fan, everyone's in a gang
In a lonely world
Everyone's a fan, everyone's in the clan
In a lonely worldTheir just boys in her fanclub
And they'll kill her soon enough
Maybe it's just the price of fame
Their gonna love her to deathEverybody's a fan, everyone's in a gang
In a lonely world
Everybody's a fan, everyone's in the clan
In their lonely worldGot my head in the clouds
Got my heart in a song
In their lonely world

In a lonely world
In the lonely world