I Come.Com

This is a new wildlife form

Speaking through a wireless microphone

I am a titanium babe

A digital child of your wireless internet

I am a creation

Of your musical progress of technology

The internet ancient net-world is gone

....You say it's gone? ****.

Fingertips sticked on the keys

I engage in new virtual touch of sensuality

Blue eyes on the digital screen

I experiment a top secret optical system of visual excitement

On my walls,

The projection of subliminal messages

To increase a new era of female interactive intuition

And life is a data gas I breathe wireless

You are the creator

Of my inner life network soundtrack

I. Come. Dot. Com. (x4)

YeahYeahYeahYaah (x a million)

YeahYeahYeahYaah