it will appear to me as this room.

And for eternity I lay in bed

in my boxers, half stoned,

with the pillow under my head.

I’d be chatting on the interweb;

maggots pray upon the living dead.

I had no interest in the things she said.

On the phone every day,

I’ll permanently hit the hay.

I called her on the phone and she touched herself.

She touched herself. She touched herself.

I called her on the phone and she touched herself.

I laughed myself to sleep.

At this rate,

I’ll be heading for electric chairs.

I’m only human with my cross to bear.

When she described her underwear

I forgot all the rules my rabbi taught me in the old schul.

You’re too young to be this empty girl

I’ll prepare you for a sick dark world

Know that you’ll be my downfall.

But I call and I call and I call.

I called her on the phone and she touched herself.

She touched herself. She touched herself.

I called her on the phone and she touched herself.

I laughed myself to sleep.

I don’t know what I want.

I don’t know what I want.

I don’t know what I want.

I don’t know what I want.

I don’t know what I want.(Met you on the internet)

I don’t know what I want.(Met you on the internet)

I don’t know what I want.(Met you on the internet)

I don’t know what I want.(Met you on the internet)

I called her on the phone and she touched herself.

She touched herself. She touched herself.

I called her on the phone and she touched herself.

I laughed myself to sleep.

(Woah!)

I called her on the phone and she touched herself.

She touched herself. She touched herself.

I called her on the phone and she touched herself.

I laughed myself to sleep.