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Oh please help me, i can't think
My robot phone fell in the sink
I'm used to it thinking for me
I can't even spell a word correctly
I thought it was gonna make life easy
Without it's guidance, i'm feeling queasy
How will i know where i'm supposed to be?
How will i get there? it always told me
I can't remember my own address
Or anyones numbers, or how to dress
I don't even know how to use a pen
I don't even know how to count to ten
I'm gonna miss all my favorite shows
I can't read a clock, i feel so exposed
People at work are gonna think i'm so dumb
My phone is where i got all my thoughts from
Without its jokes i have no sense of humor
All of my friends will think i have a brain tumor
How will i shop? how will i pay?
Without my phone there's just no way
I miss the sound of its robotic voice
My little phone is my friend of choice
It's the object of all my attention
I'm useless without it, i feel so much tension
I'm so happy when my phone goes 'beep'
I have it with me when i go to sleep
There's never a moment that we aren't together
I'm never alone because i have its tether
Makes me feel so important to talk to a machine
It talks back to me too
It does the thinking for me
All this technology makes our lives so much simpler
I never learned to LOL whatever!
These devices are setting humanity free
This device is an extension of me
But it broke so now i'm in a panic
The mark of the beast, is that something satanic?
Without my phonebot
I don't know who i am
We're a team, it and i
My technological drug habit
I worship it because it's my god
Guess i'll go play with my stupid ipod
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