Yeah, oh yeah.
Yeah, oh.
My butterflies won't go away.
When I (or they?) call your name I go insane.
I feel love inside my jeans.
I'd take a car, a boat, a train, a plane,
Kill anyone that got in my way.
The kind of fan that never strays.
Well I'm your number one fan, your number one fan, yeah, oh.
I sent you a letter a day,
I found out the places you were staying.
Fake names never got in my way.
I'd take a car, a boat, a train, a plane,
Kill anyone that got in my way.
The kind of fan that never strays.
Well I'm your number one fan, your number one fan, yeah, oh.
I'd kill the president, kill the president, kill the president.
I've read everything that you wrote.
I've said everything that you've said.
I've watched every screen that you've played on.
I'd take a car, a boat, a train, a plane,
Kill anyone that got in my way.
The kind of fan that never strays.
Cause I'm your number one fan. Your number one fan, yeah.
I'd kill the president
I'd kill the president.
I'd kill the president (For your love)
Yeah, oh.
My butterflies won't go away.
When I (or they?) call your name I go insane.
I feel love inside my jeans.
I'd take a car, a boat, a train, a plane,
Kill anyone that got in my way.
The kind of fan that never strays.
Well I'm your number one fan, your number one fan, yeah, oh.
I sent you a letter a day,
I found out the places you were staying.
Fake names never got in my way.
I'd take a car, a boat, a train, a plane,
Kill anyone that got in my way.
The kind of fan that never strays.
Well I'm your number one fan, your number one fan, yeah, oh.
I'd kill the president, kill the president, kill the president.
I've read everything that you wrote.
I've said everything that you've said.
I've watched every screen that you've played on.
I'd take a car, a boat, a train, a plane,
Kill anyone that got in my way.
The kind of fan that never strays.
Cause I'm your number one fan. Your number one fan, yeah.
I'd kill the president
I'd kill the president.
I'd kill the president (For your love)
Lyrics submitted by misterzan81
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The late David Stroughter (whose death was tragic) said the song is specifically about John Hinckley Jr. shooting Reagan to somehow impress Jodie Foster, who he was obsessed with.
I think it is/could also apply to obsession in general.