Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too

If I die and go to Hell real soon

It will appear to me as this room

And for eternity, I'd 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

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

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

Called her on the phone and she touched herself

I laughed myself to sleep

I called her on the phone and she touched herself

She touched herself, she touched herself

Called her on the phone and she touched herself

I laughed myself to sleep