Temptation, frustration, so bad it makes her cry
(With apologies to The Police)
New computer, the subject
Of blogger fantasy
She wants it so badly
Knows what kind she wants it to be
Inside her there’s longing
Dell catalogue’s opened to a page
Pagemarking – she’s so close now
The new system is all the rage
Don’t mail, don’t mail them
Don’t mail those Dell promos to ST
Her blog peers could care less
Because they’re already set
Sometimes it’s not so easy
To be addicted to the ‘net
Temptation, frustration
So bad it makes her cry
Open catalogue, she’s dreaming
Her desk is clean – she sighs
Don’t mail, dont mail them
Don’t mail those Dell promos to ST
Deep thoughts in the computer room
To convince they try and try
Strong words in the powder room
The justifications fly
It’s no use, she sees it
She starts to shake and cough
Just like the old gal in
That book she can’t recall
Don’t mail, don’t mail them
Don’t mail those Dell promos to ST
Don’t mail, dont mail them
Don’t mail those Dell promos to ST