Zlobny had just come back home from a long walk through the Net. He was very angry, ‘cause the aim of his walk was the search of soul-mates, but he had found only the g/f lovers instead. And even at home he hadn’t found the peace. He was expected by a letter from a girl who seemed to think the same way as authors of the sites he had just come back from.
He couldn’t stand it anymore, so he decided to ask:Show me the meaning of being her fan
So many words ‘bout the broken heart
And lot’s of words ‘bout the leading part
She made him to – The Holly True
They tell me…
Sites in Net are my native home
Nights of tears, when display’s the sun
None of my wish will be done
But tell me
Chorus: Show me the meaning of being her fan
With all your dreamings, I do not understand
If you’re not jealous
How dare you say you love them?
(don’t hate me, read it till the end)
I go on. I-net never ends
Eyes like stones observe the trends
I’d say: Don’t care! I’m here, you’re there
If only…
Great respect and of coarse support,
Much of love – you give her all you’ve got
All things she say is The Holly True
They tell me
Chorus: …
(still think that I’m a simple fan?)
Got nothing to hide
I got nowhere to go
Got reasons to hate with all of my soul
How can it be you’re asking me to feel
Things I don’t believe?
Chorus: …
(you see, I do not understand)
… I just don’t understand…
