Digital Fantasy

Pinch the clip and insert the tip softly I don't know if it's a cat 6; might be Either way data's transmitting nicely I'm admitting I love her now nightly So frightening, connection like lightning I'll give you a Klu she rides: light biking She's on my disk now and it's the right thing Nimble fingers all the right typing Wiping the details: enzyme Push packets for a pixelated pastime Last time I was praised for slick rhymes I said fine, but can I grab a LAN-line? I combine, the best parts of getting off with The latest edition of Microsoft office Requesting access to the bra bits Ad revenue pulls the profits I'm hostage, D-DOSed it I'm good but, exhausted Primed to run the batch, but I lost it Whole brain on diagnostic Die agnostic? probably, yeah Cause if a deity's watchin me there With what I've been up to lately It's a one way trip: ornately In a basket with my vices Tangled up in wire splices And the priceless sacrifices Of love, pride, and mobile devices It's like this when I log on, I'm Don Jon An all my qualms are forgotten If she were sweet my teeth would be rotten It's just the digital fantasy I'm caught in Would you come away with me on a digital fantasy Disintegrated memory of a time we spent pleasantly You could plug and play with me on a digital fantasy Disintegrated memory C:\\DOS, C:\\DOS\Run No love lost Run DOS RUN Oh no we've encountered a problem Hold still I'll reboot the system Woman of my dreams Exe In plane switching on an LED Colors represented so vibrantly She captivates captains of industry Pleasantly she virus free And she knows how to ride the beat In fact she can't come off it In step with the tempo knocking Every day Christmas, full up stocking Filled to the brim with 6 inch floppies Audio crushed like a walkie talkie But I still hear the music when she's talking My dad said son I was once young too You should never hold on To things too good to be true So I must admit to addiction She's the reason I keep on clicking Whole house like a dirty kitchen but I'm Still stuck with a scratch I'm itching Shifting the hourglass sand Thumbnail details expand Used to be a dial-up lad but Now the cad is a one man broadband Wifi in the palm of his hand Imagine the fame and fans He could impress, but when he's alone He's stuck looking at tits on his phone Would you come away with me on a digital fantasy Disintegrated memory of a time we spent pleasantly You could plug and play with me on a digital fantasy Disintegrated memory