Internet king of over thirty,
I had some problems 'bout emails
You are always there to read them,
But you always read from another place.

I wrote for hours and hours
But didn't reach your door,
I've seen you so many times
But somehow I need more.

I don't mind spending everyday
Out of your corner sending you emails,
Look for the girl with the broken heart,
Ask her how she knows where you are.

And you will... be tracked
And you will... be tracked

Come Spam my mailbox,
Don't leave it to Drafts,
I wanna make you feel excellent.
I know I tend to email words for rent,
But you don't care about how I felt.
It's not always poetry and love songs
It's a reply, could move us along.
My cell phone's always on,
So is my mailbox, you can contact me anytime you want.

I don't mind wasting every day
Hoping I'll reach your door in the pouring rain,
Look for the man with the broken smile,
Ask him if he wants to stay awhile

Coz' he will... be loved
And he will... be tracked

I know where you hide alone in NY,
But you just won't reply, please tell me why,
I know that DELETE means nothing at all,
You'll reply and beg me to leave you even if I'll fall.

Please type my email, and press ENTER,
I just wanna make you feel beautiful...

I don't mind spending every night
Trying to make sure that you are alright,
Look for the man with the full mailbox
Only to tell him that he rocks

Coz he will... be loved
And he will... be tracked
Oh he will... be loved
And he will... be tracked

Don't try so hard to ignore my mails...