Daft Punk

Computerized
Computerized Computerized Computerized Everyone will be... Computerized She says I'm cold Only time I'm comfortable kissing is sending X and Os I send a message back to dispute this fact, but this I know I hope to find my love, like we used to before dial-up Whatever happened to our phone sex? Right now, can't think of anything we don't text I broke her heart on the email I'm so cold, I'ma just spare y'all the details I can't even tell y'all whats real I got an iTouch, but I can't feel Computerized Computerized Computerized Everyone will be... Computerized Past was the word, now I'm living in the future Start mackin' on my black berry, she got jealous I was tappin' on my Blackberry SongtexteSo she didn't keep in touch and I can't tell the difference, we ain't see each other much Aside from some late night texts, a couple Os, a few Xs My current feels just like my exes, different characters, same letters Red light, another message, spilling her heart out, what a mess this is P.S., this is B.S., I can't even spell it out, am I that unaffectionate? Computerized Computerized Computerized Everyone will be Computerized I don't know how I feel Somebody tell me what's real I don't know how I feel Somebody tell me what's real I don't know how I feel Somebody tell me what's real I don't know how I feel Somebody tell me what's real I don't know how I feel Somebody tell me what's real I don't know how I feel Somebody tell me what's real Past was the word, now I'm living in the future She said it got better and worser And it's supposed to be vice-versa I don't know, I kinda like this surf stuff We used to see tears when we hurt stuff I guess it got faster but colder We iChat, that's how she comes over That's better than not seeing her And I'm so glad I'm serving her like Serena She can YouTube in the arena And we close, no matter how many miles between us I told her, "Welcome to the future" That's just how it is, I'm a user Computerized Computerized Computerized Everyone will be... Computerized Aus Songtexte Mania