I was backstage
Couldn't believe my luck was in
I saw him approach
Wearing the most approachable grin
When he said "Hello" I was surprised
He spoke so politely
I said I'd liked his show
Well, he just smiled
I guess it happens nightly and so
I fell in love
We went to his room
He had a video camera
I was so nervous
I had to try hard not to stammer
He said "I'm glad you liked the show
That crowd was dope out there tonight"
Alright
You wanna see some more?
Well, be my guest
You can have a private performance"
I'd fallen in love
I didn't ask why
Though he seemed like such a regular guy
He said we could be secret lovers
Just him and me
Then he joked, "Hey man
Your name isn't Stan, is it?
We should be together"
And he was passionate
I guess I would rate him a nine out of ten
I'd fallen in love
When I've asked
Why have I heard so much
About him being charged
With homophobia and stuff
He just shrugged
Next morning we woke (secret lovers)
He couldn't have been a nicer bloke
Over breakfast made jokes
About Dre and his homies and folks
Neither of us asked if or when
We would see each other again
But I thought that was cool
'Cause I was already late for school by then
I'd fallen in love
Secret lovers
You've heard all about Neil Tennant's song about sex with Eminem. My favorite part: Eminem is only a nine out of ten. Not even the best he's ever had! Oh snap! (Also: video camera? Heh.)
Thanks, Jess!