She's tripping out something weird
Poised to home in when home is the destination
This funky girl dubbed a cyber-queen
Earned by her virtual electric nature
Hail her thunder, she gives it everything
Hail the punter, for he who dares shall grin
Prepare the dance floor - lights to neon; white turns purple
netfreak@hots**.com
She's a net freak at hots**.com
Slash, scratch - she's on my back now
Take me to your world, my funky funky girl
She's tripping out to the groove
Prone to abuse her quota of nine-hundred seconds
Boots up her Amazon tendencies
And clears a zone to defend her throne
She screams her war cry and sweeps round to make the k**
See in her eyes - locked in and logged-on to thrill
In spite of envy, I plug into ritual reality
netfreak@hots**.com
She's a net freak at hots**.com
Slash, scratch - she's on my back now
Take me to your world, my funky funky girl
Funky girl
My far too funky girl