Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too

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 prey upon the living dead

I had no interest in the things she said

On the phone every day, I'll permanently hit the hay, hey

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

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

Then I lied about it

I don't know what I want

Met you on the internet

I don't know what I want

Then I lied about it

I called her on the phone and she touched herself

She touched herself, she touched herself

Called her on the phone and she touched herself

I laughed myself to sleep

I called her on the phone and she touched herself (Whoa, whoa)

She touched herself, she touched herself (Whoa, whoa)

Called her on the phone and she touched herself (Whoa, whoa)

I laughed myself to sleep