I thought music fans are only real in Rolling Stone
Someone else but not for me
Music was out to get me
That's the way it seemed
Until, I heard Baby by the Bebe
Then I saw his face, now I'm a belieber
Not a trace, of doubt in my mind
I'm in love, and I'm a belieber
I couldn't leave his music if I tried
I thought music was more or less an enjoyment thing
The more I listened the less I got oh yeah
What's the use in tryin'
All you get is pain
When I wanted quality I got pap
Then I saw his face, now I'm a belieber
Not a trace, of doubt in my mind
I'm in love, Celebrity Stalker!
I couldn't leave his garden
What's the use of just listening
All you get is pain
When I wanted quality I got pap
Then I saw his face, now I'm a belieber
Not a trace, of doubt in my mind
I'm in love, Celebrity Stalker!
I couldn't leave his garden
Then I saw his face, now I'm a belieber
Not a trace, of doubt in my mind
Now I'm a belieber, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I'm a Celbeity Stalker
Then I saw his face
Now I'm a belieber
Not a trace, of doubt in my mind