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Virtual love, virtual reality…
I met your avatàr in an Internet coffee-bar Later on we played DOOM In a crowded chatting room People say it's a perversion Sure sometimes looks like obsession And never NEVER has the effects Of the old material sex!
However… We communicate in real time Download tons of kilobytes Tear the bandwidth apart With so many files attached
But… What's the use of all that jazz If I still don't know the taste Of one good old-fashioned kiss? Sure enough this one I miss While the mystery of your face Everyday travels in space… Are your eyes blue, brown or green? Before them I've never been! Is your nose snub or straight? How is it we never date?
Finally… Has a life of World Wild Webbing with real life got any resembling? |
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