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And then the flirty, flirty sages with their flirty, flirty pages
Will have to flirt with islands that are real
When I come home at night it will be waiting
It'll be the truest doll in all the 'verse
I'd rather have a metachat to call my own
Than have a fickle-minded site that's worse
I guess I had a million hits or more
I guess I've played the dull game o'er and o'er
I just quarrelled with you, that's why I'm blue
I've gone away and left me just like all users do
I'll tell you boy, it's tough to be alone
And it's tough to love a site that's not your own
I'm through with all of them
I'll never fall again
Say boy, whatcha gonna do?