One weekend, at El Corte Inglés
You convinced me to buy you the internet
Cursed moment, that was my downfall
Because since that day we don't make love anymore
You don't look at me anymore, I don't matter to you anymore
And if I come on to you, you say what for
That with those bodies and with how little they cost
The women on the PC come out cheaper for you
And that you prefer to spend all day
You're sick, you're sick
You're sick with cybersex
You cheat on me, you cheat on me
W W W hot babes dot com
Look, my love, this is hell
Look, my love, I want the separation
You're sick, you're sick
You're sick with cybersex
You cheat on me, you cheat on me
With the hard drive, the screen and the mouse
Look, my love, this is hell
Look, my love, give me the separation
One of these nights when I couldn't sleep
I heard some noises that were very strange to me
It was my husband, making love
To some Pamela inside the computer
You don't love me anymore, you don't need me anymore
That online love is a poison like no other
And if I get sexy, you tell me to my face
That the flat rate saves you much more
But one of these days when you catch me in a bad mood
You'll swallow the screen
You're sick, you're sick
You're sick with cybersex
You cheat on me, you cheat on me
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Look, my love, this is hell
Look, my love, I want the separation
You're sick, you're sick
You're sick with cybersex
You cheat on me, you cheat on me
With the hard drive, the screen and the mouse
Look, my love, this is hell
Look, my love, give me the separation
You're sick, you're sick
You're sick with cybersex
You cheat on me, you cheat on me
W W W hot babes dot com
Look, my love, this is hell
Look, my love, I want the separation
You're sick you're sick
You're sick with cybersex
You cheat on me you cheat on me
With the hard drive the screen and the mouse
Look, my love, this is hell
Look, my love, give me the separation