You whisper in my ear, 'It's time to go'
I grabbed you by the hand and wouldn't let it go
You wanna see it, and know the truth
But you hesitate a moment so your advances don't seem uncouth
Your breath is hott, caresses slow
My heart begins to race, I cannot let it show
You've heard about it, the rumor's true
It's 2 by 2 by 3 feet and it's on the desk in front of you
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Do you like my wang?
You know you want to use it
Do you like my wang?
Please be gentle, don't abuse it
Do you like my wang?
I took it out for you to see
Do you like my wang?
8-bit plastic love machine
Your train of thought derailed, nothing to say
You cant believe I've kept this secret locked away
You wanna touch it, and turn it on
So I quote you sexy lyrics from a classic 80's Journey song
'Burning desire, feeding the fire'
I've sunk to new lows lyrically and things are dire
But you don't care, and make your move
I can see you're blushing madly and your swooning means that you approve
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Your touch is soft, you aim to please
You trace your fingers over warren qwerty keys
With tenderness, I touch your face
You look distracted while I hunger for your warm embrace
You've waited long enough, I cant say no
Who am I to stop the information flow?
The data flickers across the amber screen
My very own electric 8bit plastic love machine
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