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I sit at my computer, talking to a guy named Craig.
He's shown me somethings, gotta say he has a big head.
If only I'd known he was only fooling around.
I wouldn't have gone looking so profound.
Now he doesn't want to touch me at all.
He'd rather do other things than call.
I wish he'd come pick me up in his car.
I'd handle his golf club and forget the par.
So what am I suppose to do.
I'm all hot and looking for my boo.
He doesn't want to do those sorta things you see.
Instead he'd rather play a game than to mess with me.