He looked at me real hard. He laughed. Short. They want what you got but they don´t wand you. They want what I got only it ain´t mine. That´s what makes ´em so hungry for me when I sing. They getting the flavor of something but they ain´t getting the thing itself. They like a pack of hound dogs trying to gobble up a scent.
You talking ´bout your fans?
Right. Right. He says.