Lyrics
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 a 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-ay
I called her on the phone and she touched herself
She touched herself
She touched herself
I 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 shul
You're too young to be this empty, girl
I'll prepare you for a sick, dark world
Know that you will 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
I 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
I called her on the phone and she touched herself
I laughed myself to sleep
(Whoaaaa)
I called her on the phone and she touched herself (Whoaaaa)
She touched herself (Whoaaaa)
She touched herself (Whoaaaa)
I called her on the phone and she touched herself
I laughed myself to sleep
