Crying-Girl-Fans : The definition of piss takes

A trip to the cinema rarely inspires me to write a poem, but after being DRAGGED to see the 'Jonas Brothers 3D Concert Experience' today (don't ask - my friends... yeah, they're suckers for Disney, but they're taking me to Coraline 3D to make up for it :D) well, I couldn't help it.
So after 1.5 hours of staring blankly at sobbing girls and colourful, homemade signs sporting slogans such as "JOE: WILL YOU MARRY ME?" I came home and wrote.
Here's the result.
(N.B: This is not anything to do with the Jonas Brothers. They look pretty nice guys, it's the fans I'm against)

Wear your dress like a belt
And your hair like a ruler
His heart’s gonna melt
And you’ve never been surer
You’ll stand out in the crowd
And draw your babe’s eyes
Say his name loud
And be heard over the cries
Of course he will marry you
Though you’ve never met
You'll give him a view
He won’t ever forget

Wake up, little girl
You’re no different at all
From the thousands who twirl
To his music and fall
Head over heels
For a pretty pin up
Don’t care what he feels
You’re not giving up

Be fair on the boy
What’s he gonna do?
Choose the prettiest toy
Until that’s broken too
Free sex and great praise
From a girl who don’t care
That she’s just a phase
Like some new shoes to wear
He’s not god upon high
Just human, you see
And just think while you cry
How cruel they can be

So excuse him for running
And not stopping to chat
Using all of his cunning
To avoid ‘all of that’
For the truth in my mind
Is that he is a saint
For leaving you girls behind
And putting up with complaint
He don’t want to hurt you
But you’re making it hard
Not to have a one-night screw
With the most easy girl-fan retard