Her face a book, she did her best,
her pictures are a pint to rest,
her heart stayed lonely and so bitter,
her living room an only twitter,
her bedroom is a big fat cloud,
for sleeping is the sound to loud,
her shopping bay is in the net,
makes her so lonely, feeling sad,
her friends live in a big fat tube,
you know one day they'll start to cube...
She has no kids, is not a wife,
but hopes there is a second life.