C'mon babe, let's turn on,
Type the address which you know,
Press the key and you're on-line,
You can hear a pulse – it’s fine.
You can see a lot of boys,
They are naturally toys,
What a choice we'll make today?
Choose the nick, begin the game.
Tell him all about you,
Describe yourself like crystal dew,
Make the boy believe in that,
Make an appointment, don’t be late!
Hurry, hurry, here the fire,
Let's burn walls with my desire,
Can you feel my heat inside?
Did you find my body guide?
Another night, another fight,
Another sun, another sight,
Another broken-heart tomorrow
And you don’t feel a pain and sorrow.
You just set a price of love
Price of love with you of course
And they are always missing you
But you already not like dew
Cos’ then you’re telling them the truth:
“Ce la vi, I got sick by H.I.V.”
Web-girl
© Copyright: Дмитрий Штааль, 2006
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