| I was backstage
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| Couldn’t believe my luck was in
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| I saw him approach
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| Wearing a most approachable grin
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| When he said hello
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| I was surprised
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| He spoke so politely
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| I said I’d liked his show
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| Well he just smiled
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| I guess it happens nightly
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| And so I fell in love
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| We went to his room, he had a video camera
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| I was so nervous, I had to try hard not to stammer
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| He said
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| «I'm glad you liked the show
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| That crowd was dope out there tonight
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| Alright, you wanna see some more?
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| Well be my guest, you can have a private performance»
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| I’d fallen in love
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| I didn’t ask why
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| Though he seemed like such a regular guy
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| He said we could be secret lovers just him and me
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| Then he joked «Hey, man!
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| Your name isn’t Stan, is it? |
| We should be together!»
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| And he was passionate
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| I guess I would rate him a nine out of ten by then
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| I’d fallen in love
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| When I asked why have I heard so much
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| About him being charged
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| With homophobia and stuff
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| He just shrugged
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| Next morning we woke, he couldn’t have been a nicer bloke
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| Over breakfast made jokes
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| About Dre and his homies and folks
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| Neither of us asked if or when we would see each other again
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| But I thought that was cool cause I was already late for school by then
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| I’d fallen in love |