In her chatroom, she finds virgin's recreation
Unlike sundry entertainments and divebar flings
She, of course, is not what she seems, with her part-lies
All the while she is cheating, feels resentment

The look on her face says the girl is resigned;
Seeks to replace her own narrow life on the shelf…

Now undressing, she implores you for salvation
Feels her thicket, tempts to evil, praising sin throes
You want sin too, and her sad lies are temptations
Finish all doubts, for the loneliness is winning

So what can you do? You seek what you lack;
She wants it too, with her sad old life on the shelf

From the start, she hid her blindness, hides her heart now
Hesitation kept from full view, misbegotten
Chatroom ciphers, carpel tunnelled, 'ringed-with-dark' eyes
Now, confession: good bye sin-throes, lies departing

She weeps, and her face is not homely now
Lies, from the start, kept her narrow life on the shelf…