Analog Girl

[Verse 1]
Well she ain't got no cell phone
You got to call her when she's home
All of her clocks have got hands
Now don't try to e-mail her
You've got to snail mail her
You got to take pen in hand

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Ones and zeros, zeros and ones
Shell have none of that virtual fun
She's a real deal old fashioned analog girl
In a digital world

[Verse 2]
Now she gets on line out in the backyard
Hanging up her old blue jeans
She's got all of the memory she can live with
She really hates drum machines

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Out in the garden she's got a website
It sparkles in the morning dew
Got a mouse in her pocket
She's got spam in a can
What's an analog girl to do

[Chorus]