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Every night at half past ten, he sends her another IM Hey girl how was your day? Work kind of sucks but I'm ok Types real slow with his left hand cause he's got the right one down his pants She does it to waste time but he's got other things on his mind He's never seen her face, but no one could take her place She'll never know the shit he's in Their modems whine, Two kids online Just point and click, Their history's sick What he wants to say, why he feels this way He may never tell, but he's got her LOL They'll stay up till 2 or 3 just staring at the shit on their screens He wants to fill her expansion slot but she only wants to know if he's hot Innuendos in all he writes, but half the time they're not even spelled right He'd be with her any day but she's 3 thousand miles away From Letras Mania