I met you on friendster, your name was all weird,
I feared the worst but the more I learned it all
became clear, you were a female peer, just a few
years younger than I, and you wrote the longest
letters, the very best size. You live in London,
used slang like prat, you were dating the gym
when akin for tight abs, I'd spend the days half,
trying to make you laugh, you would and write back
give me some more of that, well after one week, I
knew I was hooked, you'd blush at each key stroke
of X O, without getting one look at the other side
guy his pics might be fake, this type of shit
happens every day. I'm no rock star, a clock
watching drone, who's breath stinks of liquor, all
stoned like lawn gnomes. No girlfriend, no hook
ups, just lovelorn and fucked up, no friend to
just vent on, one who'll, say all bets off.
concert was cancelled, you answered my email.
Turns out you're bummed out didn't want to give
details. A mate had od'd, I could feel your heart
beat. I miss you never met you, X O M C. Boys
don't cry, they prefer ballin' not shot callin.
Teardrops fallin', I'm jonesin' harder than
gollum, please god say that's London callin. why
ya gotta be so far away, why do plane tickets
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couple dollars a day, so without delay, i can look
at your face, smell your hair, rest my hand on
your neck, never mind neckin, you know that comes
next I'll buy you a dress at that place owned by
dodi fayed. give ya head every night before bed.
but you might not D I G M C, might think me too
brash or condescending, a sad finish without
taking a first step, can't avoid saying something
that I will regret but I bet that we would hit off
great I could come to you, or you could come to
the states, get you a job at mtv, whatever you
need, I'm a slave 4 u like Britney was for jt.
romance is a cruel trick. playin me like school
kids, don't know if I should do this, if i'm
stupid or just foolish, can't help but (pursue)
this, despite you being half a world from me, what
I wouldn't give to sit and sip a cup of tea, while
you nibbled on a crumpet, I'd love it indeed,
sincerely yours, X O M C.

Boys don't cry, they prefer ballin' not shot callin.
Teardrops fallin', I'm jonesin' harder than Gollum,
please god say that's London callin.