She seemed quite happy
In a talkative sort of way
She knew things about everyone
The who of who that were
On the HP stage
Crossed lovers downed in flames
Jealous, envious, childish games
Enlightening the addictive dirt    
I followed along for all it's worth
Guess I must have wanted to know
As I read her book
She exposed even my soul
So what does that make me
Seems my morals can be a bit lazy
And a bigger lesson yet
I told her stuff about myself
Has she told you yet?