You're my cyber-pal.
You're so virtu-al.
I can't feel you near,
Whisper in your ear,
But I can surf your site
Oh so late at night.
And if I'm polite,
You'll Instant Message what I want to hear.

You're my typeface girl.
Yeah, we're livin' in a screen-font world.
Everything's computer enhanced.
Faces melt and babies dance.
Who knows what is real?
All I know is what I feel.
I'm in love with my E-mail female.

I can pleasure you with my CPU.
Electronic Mail--that's my Holy Grail.
Chat rooms are the place to cruise in cyber-space.
Typing's no disgrace.
Oh yes I'm surfin' for some cyber-tail.

You're my typeface girl...

Love on-line: you don't have to be deficient.
You're so fine--if you say so, that's sufficient.
In real time, love is just so inefficient.
Virtual reality is good enough for me.

I can't see your face, or feel your fond embrace.
You're my cyber-pet, somewhere on the Internet.
It's the place to be, act out your fantasy.
But if you think it's real,
Remember, What You See Is What You Get.

You're my typeface girl...

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