I am uninformed as very few times,
I may be pressing a button,
The truth is that my fish have even changed in color,
I take with tweezers this to be better.
Mario is made a square look where you look,
You may be pressing a button,
The truth is that he spends his time, poor kid,
Looking for a new background on your monitor ...
How strange it is to be like this, telling you this, something new.
We are incommunicado and it is not always,
With so little they caught our attention,
Spin and spin the wheel and people are eating,
Where does it end?
Technologically you take another false step,
If I could just with one button,
To be able to give my heart some breaks,
And every night find you in my room ...
How strange it is to be like this, telling you this, something new.
In love until the neck I am,
Touching all the buttons,
Let's see if the mail brings your love,
The three chooses a nightgown,
With the mouse I'm bringing you to me, thanks for coming.
How strange is it to be like this?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)