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Just a little something I wrote...
In solitary silence I sit, keyboard clicking
The hum of my monitor a background melody
Her name is Lesley-Anne, she says
We met last week in Teen chat 3
I ask her, “What’s you’re A/S/L ?”
She’s 15/Female/U.K.
She likes R&B and punk music
And we agree Busted are gay
I told her “I’m 15/M/UK”
She doesn’t know I’m thirty-two
After waiting months she finally said
“I hope some day that I will meet you”
We arranged a cinema date
for the following weekend
I’d meet her at the multiplex
On the road by McDonalds – right at the end
I waited, lonely, at the corner as agreed
Clean-shaved, in a shirt, dressed-up
A bouquet of flowers in my fist
Would she care that I am grown up?
And then I felt a steady hand
It tapped me on the shoulder
“Hi, I’m Keith from teen chat” he said
“You’re Mike? - You look much older!”
My cover blown and dreams scattered
My hopes dragged through the gutter
“I wanted a 15 year old girl” I weep
“Not a thirty-something woodcutter”
Just a little something I wrote...
In solitary silence I sit, keyboard clicking
The hum of my monitor a background melody
Her name is Lesley-Anne, she says
We met last week in Teen chat 3
I ask her, “What’s you’re A/S/L ?”
She’s 15/Female/U.K.
She likes R&B and punk music
And we agree Busted are gay
I told her “I’m 15/M/UK”
She doesn’t know I’m thirty-two
After waiting months she finally said
“I hope some day that I will meet you”
We arranged a cinema date
for the following weekend
I’d meet her at the multiplex
On the road by McDonalds – right at the end
I waited, lonely, at the corner as agreed
Clean-shaved, in a shirt, dressed-up
A bouquet of flowers in my fist
Would she care that I am grown up?
And then I felt a steady hand
It tapped me on the shoulder
“Hi, I’m Keith from teen chat” he said
“You’re Mike? - You look much older!”
My cover blown and dreams scattered
My hopes dragged through the gutter
“I wanted a 15 year old girl” I weep
“Not a thirty-something woodcutter”
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Internet Dating
Just a little something I wrote...
In solitary silence I sit, keyboard clicking
The hum of my monitor a background melody
Her name is Lesley-Anne, she says
We met last week in Teen chat 3
I ask her, “What’s you’re A/S/L ?”
She’s 15/Female/U.K.
She likes R&B and punk music
And we agree Busted are gay
I told her “I’m 15/M/UK”
She doesn’t know I’m thirty-two
After waiting months she finally said
“I hope some day that I will meet you”
We arranged a cinema date
for the following weekend
I’d meet her at the multiplex
On the road by McDonalds – right at the end
I waited, lonely, at the corner as agreed
Clean-shaved, in a shirt, dressed-up
A bouquet of flowers in my fist
Would she care that I am grown up?
And then I felt a steady hand
It tapped me on the shoulder
“Hi, I’m Keith from teen chat” he said
“You’re Mike? - You look much older!”
My cover blown and dreams scattered
My hopes dragged through the gutter
“I wanted a 15 year old girl” I weep
“Not a thirty-something woodcutter”
Just a little something I wrote...
In solitary silence I sit, keyboard clicking
The hum of my monitor a background melody
Her name is Lesley-Anne, she says
We met last week in Teen chat 3
I ask her, “What’s you’re A/S/L ?”
She’s 15/Female/U.K.
She likes R&B and punk music
And we agree Busted are gay
I told her “I’m 15/M/UK”
She doesn’t know I’m thirty-two
After waiting months she finally said
“I hope some day that I will meet you”
We arranged a cinema date
for the following weekend
I’d meet her at the multiplex
On the road by McDonalds – right at the end
I waited, lonely, at the corner as agreed
Clean-shaved, in a shirt, dressed-up
A bouquet of flowers in my fist
Would she care that I am grown up?
And then I felt a steady hand
It tapped me on the shoulder
“Hi, I’m Keith from teen chat” he said
“You’re Mike? - You look much older!”
My cover blown and dreams scattered
My hopes dragged through the gutter
“I wanted a 15 year old girl” I weep
“Not a thirty-something woodcutter”
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