I Come.com Songtext

This is a new wildlife form
Speaking through a wireless microphone

I am a titanium babe
A digital child of your wireless internet

I am a creation
Of your musical progress of technology

The internet ancient net-world is gone
....You say it's gone? Shit.

Fingertips sticked on the keys
I engage in new virtual touch of sensuality

Blue eyes on the digital screen
I experiment a top secret optical system of visual excitement

I see.com
I see.com

On my walls,
The projection of subliminal messages
To increase a new era of female interactive intuition

And life is a data gas I breathe wireless

You are the creator
Of my inner life network soundtrack

I Come.com
I Come.com

I. Come. Dot. Com. (x4)

YeahYeahYeahYaah (x a million)

I Come.com (x2)

I Come.com (x2)

YeahYeahYeahYaah

I see.com
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