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Today’s the Day (We meet for the first time) Another Social Media tribute
Today’s the day,
I finally get to meet my online girl my MySpace friend.
No need for me to pretend
For this woman got me on bended knee leaning low,
As if I took a sip of this love potion
Like Texas she has my motions moving slow.
Today’s the day,
I finally get to meet my online girl my MySpace friend.
For months now we have been chatting online hours on end.
Sexual conversations develops into mental stimulations
And when I see her to night
I will give her the perfect ingredients for fantastic lovemaking.
Today’s the day,
I finally get to meet my online girl my MySpace friend.
I arrive at the door with three knocks
Waiting patiently to see what’s on the other end.
I hear her say, “Who is it?”
Jokingly I say, “Your lover”,
For when she opens up the door,
Like a credit card she will soon discover.
That I be the right man,
For months whom she has been chatting with
She opens up the door
Standing before me such a lovely gift.
I see the smile upon her face.
MySpace,
I enter into her place
All thoughts erased
A vision of beauty that just cannot escape
My mental process nevertheless,
I have finally met my online girl my MySpace friend.
I finally get to meet my online girl my MySpace friend.
No need for me to pretend
For this woman got me on bended knee leaning low,
As if I took a sip of this love potion
Like Texas she has my motions moving slow.
Today’s the day,
I finally get to meet my online girl my MySpace friend.
For months now we have been chatting online hours on end.
Sexual conversations develops into mental stimulations
And when I see her to night
I will give her the perfect ingredients for fantastic lovemaking.
Today’s the day,
I finally get to meet my online girl my MySpace friend.
I arrive at the door with three knocks
Waiting patiently to see what’s on the other end.
I hear her say, “Who is it?”
Jokingly I say, “Your lover”,
For when she opens up the door,
Like a credit card she will soon discover.
That I be the right man,
For months whom she has been chatting with
She opens up the door
Standing before me such a lovely gift.
I see the smile upon her face.
MySpace,
I enter into her place
All thoughts erased
A vision of beauty that just cannot escape
My mental process nevertheless,
I have finally met my online girl my MySpace friend.
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