Stop sending the drinks to menI’ll stop sending the hugs to younAnd what it is that annoys me nIs that I know you don’t want tonYou send pokes by the dozen (like an army)nYour feeling is chosen (you’re feeling barmy)nYour lingo ain’t real, but I don’t care for shorthandnSending a nudge might let me do ma thang, with a thang-go!nnI bet that you look good on your facebooknI don’t know if you’re looking for werewolves, ornI don’ t what you’re looking fornI said I bet that you look good on your facebooknPoking like a peado from 1984nFrom 1984!nnI wish you’d stop inviting menBecause my laptop is in for repairnWithout a sound yeah, you’re inviting menAnd I don’t think it’s very fairnYou send pokes by the dozen (like an army)nYour feeling is chosen (you’re feeling barmy)nYour lingo ain’t real, but I don’t care for shorthandnSending a nudge might let me do ma thang, with a thang-go!nnI bet that you look good on your facebooknI don’t know if you’re looking for werewolves, ornI don’ t what you’re looking fornI said I bet that you look good on your facebooknPoking like a peado from 1984nFrom 1984!nnOh, there ain’t no friends, no group invites or new eventsnJust super poking and cyber presentsnAnd dirty messages and dreams of naughtiness!nnI bet that you look good on your facebooknI don’t know if you’re looking for werewolves, ornI don’ t what you’re looking fornI said I bet that you look good on your facebooknPoking like a peado from 1984nFrom 1984!