Her name was Rose, my reply was no response at all
Half Moroccan and half French
Couldn’t keep talking, I panicked I was too tense
Froze up like Elaine
She smiled, broke the ice so I started to spit my game
I said Rose, that’s a pretty name
And if I never got to see your city it would be a shame
Be my personal tour guide
We could see the sites from the inside of your ride
Got to the bus around four or five
Walk me to the door, it was snowing outside
I guess the bus close enough to make contact
Whispered in her ear, she should give me her contact
Slipped me some paper then she started to fall back
Rocket mail dot com, how the fuck I’ma call that
Well fuck then, don’t call back
Blown off by this female
If this was 98 I had never heard of e-mail
Then she explain the details
Parent's strict, she wasn’t allowed to see males
Got home and copped me a laptop
From this basehead right outside of the crack spot
Plugged in the modem, got a Hotmail account
Time to see what the world wide web was all about
Send a message, she replied the next day
Welcome to the internet sweetie, now let’s play
We shared stories, we wrote essays
I remember every word like it was yesterday
Back and forth for like three months
Finally popped the question, asked her when we could meet up
Response seemed like it never came
And when it finally did I was forever changed
She said my heart belongs to you but my body to another
And should I refuse I’d bring shame to my mother
Words on the screen never brought such pain
Kept trying to reach her, all attempts were in vain
So I check my inbox for your name
Looked for the messages that never came
If we’ll never get together it would be a shame
Wherever you are I know that you feel the same
Wherever you are, wherever you are
Met her at Montreal right outside a concert hall Her name was Rose, my reply was no response at all Half Moroccan and half French Couldn’t keep talking, I panicked I was too tense Froze up like Elaine She smiled, broke the ice so I started to spit my game I said Rose, that’s a pretty name And if I never got to see your city it would be a shame Be my personal tour guide We could see the sites from the inside of your ride Got to the bus around four or five Walk me to the door, it was snowing outside I guess the bus close enough to make contact Whispered in her ear, she should give me her contact Slipped me some paper then she started to fall back Rocket mail dot com, how the fuck I’ma call that Well fuck then, don’t call back Blown off by this female If this was 98 I had never heard of e-mail Then she explain the details Parent's strict, she wasn’t allowed to see males Got home and copped me a laptop From this basehead right outside of the crack spot Plugged in the modem, got a Hotmail account Time to see what the world wide web was all about Send a message, she replied the next day Welcome to the internet sweetie, now let’s play We shared stories, we wrote essays I remember every word like it was yesterday Back and forth for like three months Finally popped the question, asked her when we could meet up Response seemed like it never came And when it finally did I was forever changed She said my heart belongs to you but my body to another And should I refuse I’d bring shame to my mother Words on the screen never brought such pain Kept trying to reach her, all attempts were in vain So I check my inbox for your name Looked for the messages that never came If we’ll never get together it would be a shame Wherever you are I know that you feel the same Wherever you are, wherever you are Explain Request ×
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