I wouldnt call myself a social butterfly
and theres not much that separates me from the other guy
but when I login I begin to live
Theres an online world where I am king
of a little website dedicated to me
with pictures of me and a list of my friends
and an unofficial record of the groups that Im in.
Before the internet friendship was so tough
you actually had to be in peoples presence and stuff
who wouldve thought that with a point and a click
i could know that Hope Floats is your favorite flick (harry connick jr. ?)
Im Hooked on Facebook
I used to meet girls hangin out at the mall, now I just wait for them to write on my wall.
(its more than a want, its more than a need; id schrivel up and die without my minifeed)
Take a look. (Youre Hooked) on facebook.
oh Link’s status changed. it says hes playing the recorder….
how do you know this person?
did you hook up with this person?
do you need to request confirmation?
or did you just think they looked cute..from their picture on facebook?
if the internet crashed all across the land
or my facebook account was deleted by the man
Id carry around a picture of my face
and a summary of me typed out on a page