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FACEBOOK BOOTY CALL
“In a world that’s changing really quickly the only strategy that is guaranteed to fail is not taking risks.” --Mark Zuckerberg
“All my tubes and wires and careful notes and antiquated notions” --Thomas Dolby

I’ve been watching you online.
I’ve taken plenty of notice of how brightly your light shines
So when you stepped into the bar tonight in that ripped jean jacket lookin’ oh so fine
And the only open seat just happened to be right next to me
Well, I don’t know if I believe in fate or metaphysical energies, but
When you left the bar you said “I love you” to me
That was pretty sweet!

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And now it’s 1 A.M. and if you don’t mind me saying I can see that you’re still online
Let me be your Facebook Booty Call
I can show you a real good time
I got a cold six pack and I’m dressed to kill
And you’ve been liking all of my posts
You were stoked about that concert
So I’m bringing over all of my Ben Folds
And if we wake up tomorrow and it all feels alright
I dunno, whaddaya say?
We can turn this Facebook Booty Call into at least a couple of days

I wasn’t planning on sticking around
I was out dis byotch and I wouldn’t feel bad
But then you got up and made me breakfast--best oatmeal I ever had!
There was whole rolled steel cut oats pure Vermont AAA organic mafia grade maple syrup sliced perfectly ripe bananas crushed walnuts bee pollen cinnamon locally sourced blueberry honey crumbled Pennsylvania Aline Dillinger cookie from Renninger’s Farmers Market toasted hemp seeds and a Hershey’s kiss surprise in the middle--who does that?
And you weren’t afraid to look me in the eyes with my hair all knotted up in your sweat so I
‘Staggered home with the smell of sweat all over me
And thought “this is no walk of shame.”
I was already thinking about later tonight
When I log into Facebook again

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It’s funny how a one night stand turned into planting a flag
Now I got a toothbrush in the bathroom instead of an overnight bag
And I don’t need the internet--I’ll just see you in our bed tonight
You bring the lobster Claws--I’ll bring the clams
Fate and luck they’re all the same to me
All I really care about is this booty call
Is turning into the real thing