Lyrics
Plug in the line
Pull down the shade
Reality begins to fade
The digital me
And the digital you
Meet in the wires
For a new world view
Come on man be my woman
Come on woman be my man
In this world of virtual love
I know you all understand
She’s now a high end hippie in nuclear boots
Spinning out love with those electrical roots
His team of service men and serviettes
Are layin down pleasure with no regrets
Come on man be my woman
Come on woman be my man
In this world of virtual love
I know you all understand
Nana is in her VR Room
Making love with the QB2
(In here she’s a girl on fire
Hot pants and a dark night squire)
Chanting to the anthem of their white trash drag
Everything you need in that stimulator bag
(In here their star is shining brighter
On top and living like a fighter)
Come on man be my woman
Come on woman be my man
In this world of virtual love
I know you all understand
In the world outside tired of bein sick
From that bourgeois gender politic
(In here with all things equal
Shoot fast, and write out the sequel)
Those hot guns and your hurricane hips
The taste of you on these virtual lips
(Don’t know if its you I'm streaming
But outside of you I’ll be dreaming)
Come on man be my woman
Come on woman be my man
In this world of virtual love
I know you all understand
