I’ve got one million, five hundred thousand, sixty three friends They’re the cutest little devils and young debutants that I’ve never met Some of them are porno stars. Most aren’t who they say they are All of us are online for hours while the world is spinning Round and round and round
I never felt that I was was alone ’cause Tom was my friend In the morning when I wake up the inbox is full It just never ends Tila Tequila what’s the deal? You really kill me, yo Zenova Braiden on the page of everyone I know Stephen Marke you’re really onto something now but yo The world keeps spinning round and round and round
Myspace me, Myspace me, Myspace me Myspace me, Myspace me, Myspace me Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Time is ticking by and we’re still online Ian said I’m queer, told me grow a beard Maybe go outside I’m out on the floor. See someone I like I suck at this game. I’m so fucking lame Wish I was at home in front of my computer And then maybe I’d know what to say
Myspace me, Myspace me, Myspace me Myspace me, Myspace me, Myspace me Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa