She is my little dot com
She really turns me on
She has the software that i need
And i’m taking a risk
That there’s room on her disc for me
She is my little dot com
I don’t know where she’s from
But if her motherboard allows
When she gives me the wink
Then i’ll click on her link and browse
I get random access to her web address
She has the laptop for my downloads
She’s digitally desirous never had a virus
She knows i’ve got the plug ins
To crack her codes
Oh little dot com she really turns me on
She gets me in the gygabytes
And i’m building up nerve
For the service that she provides
Inst
Her peripheral solutions
Give me terminal delusions
Because she doesn’t even know who i am
But when she scrolls my page
She’ll never disengage
When she hears about my 256 megs of ram
Oh little dot com
She really turns me on
And if our paths collide
I’ll be taking a risk that there’s room on her disc
I’ll click on her link if she gives me the wink
Yes i’m building up nerve
For the service that she provides
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