I need a genuine account. I need a fake account
On Facebook to hoodwink
The worried woman I call my girlfriend
While my envious eyes wink
At other women I find prettier
Although our space and sex shrink.
I need a genuine account. I need a fake online account
To tell my tipsy tribe I can't sleep
Because I spend too much time posting trivia
On Facebook, Twitter and Google Plus to keep
The appointment for my associates
To jump into my jittery Jeep.
I need a genuine account. I need a fake online account
Because real life seems scruffy;
Life in real time bores me to death
And steals my space to make it stuffy;
Between you and me, I find my world
Puffy, huffy, buffy, goofy and fluffy.
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