| My digital lover,
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| Are you all mine
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| I’m 'bout to log on
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| 'Cause you on my mind,
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| Hit me on my Twitter
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| Let’s twit all them pictures
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| I’m waiting on you
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| You know you my bu
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| My digital lover
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| My digital lover
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| Are you online,
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| 'Cause I’m on the road and I miss you
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| And I ain’t got no time and
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| I just wish I could kiss you
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| And hold you close the way you look at my body
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| This world I miss most,
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| So now we digital lovers
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| We look at each other on the I-Phone
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| We facetap, it’s on
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| It feels like I’m home
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| But I’m far away,
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| So we stay connected through our I5
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| Take off our clothes while we get high
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| My digital lover
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| She so undercover
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| I be in Atlanta
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| She be in the Chrysler
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| And she know I love her
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| Even when we appart,
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| She put her phone to her chest
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| So I see her heart, 'cause she
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| My digital lover
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| I got a cybergirl always in my cyberworld
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| man, she a piece of work, I twerk when she all alert
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| Though we meet on Intersite,
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| Then we surf, to another buddist web
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| World wide, to become digilovers
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| Pistol lover, Marvin Gaye,
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| It’s the futuristic way |
| I can’t wait to book my space
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| And have you all up in my face
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| Cyber space, spaced out
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| Out looking, looking down
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| Instantly she telegram and Instagram on her dial
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| Instantly ememy, Twitter deep, ememy
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| When I be into this, sinking is complete |