I've cried in my room On theExplain nights my girlfriend wouldn't show me nudes (x3) I have cried in my room
You wouldn't show me nudes Now I've got the homey blues I know I'm just your e-boyfriend But surely we can pretend that I'm there undressing you Through this skype digital camera Ladybird lock the doors and seal the parameter Cause I'll be at my computer desk A private show with only one viewer, check
I'm grinning, watching you with four eyes Wishing you were showing just a little more thigh And I won't tattle back to those cats on the message boards That would only flag a private message war You mind if I put this in my signature And convert it into an ascii art type picture? One of them with those funky little symbols One that edits out your unflattering pimples
Baby girl you type so aggresively But your breast size is impressing me Have you ever played Diablo III Cause you could join my guild and of course you'd ride for free You should follow me on Twitter and I'll buy you that expansion I'm getting paid as a babysitter We could host an in-game picnic Come closer to the screen so you can kiss this Certainly this is safe sex We don't have no need for no Dr. Lipschitz I've never pressed a tape to a laser disc But I still managed to make Nerdcore Now's list You may have seen me on theneedledrop But that's where my ego stops I'm trying to get to know the real you So tell me, what's the screen name reference Do you have a particular font preference?
I'm the lonely projected dream of a teenage girl who watches Dario and (?) for a brave new world My entire life is caught in the span of her naps And I'm cursed to convey these thoughts over booms and baps A persistent delusion is better than your reality If I conjure to myself then I'll graciously accept a fallacy
I've cried in my room On the nights my girlfriend wouldn't show me nudes (x3) I have cried in my room
Wouldn't even even even think about it now Wouldn't even entertain the notion now (x2)