I wouldn’t call myself a social butterfly

And there’s not much that separates me from the other guy

But when I login I begin to live

There’s an online world where I am king

Of a little website dedicated to me

With pictures of me and a list of my friends

And an unofficial record of the groups that I’m in.

Before the internet friendship was so tough

You actually had to be in peoples presence and stuff

Who wouldve thought that with a point and a click

I could know that Hope Floats is your favorite flick (harry connick jr.?)

Facebook (Facebook)

I’m Hooked on Facebook

I used to meet girls hangin out at the mall, now I just wait for them to write on my wall.

(Its more than a want, it’s more than a need; I’d schrivel up and die without my minifeed)

Take a look. (Youre Hooked) on facebook.

Oh Link’s status changed. it says he’s playing the recorder…

How do you know this person?

Did you hook up with this person?

Do you need to request confirmation?

Or did you just think they looked cute… from their picture on facebook?

If the internet crashed all across the land

Or my facebook account was deleted by the man

I’d carry around a picture of my face

And a summary of me typed out on a pageeeeeee…..