You're shoveling tons of bits and bytes
Through fiberglass lines and copper wires,
Downloading hundreds of beauties' pictures,
Restless, being driven by desires

For you, real life begins behind that screen,
Through which you try to peek outside yourself,
But, as every night, you're alone on the scene,
Hunting for that imaginary woman of your dream, dream

Eager to see if your ad was answered,
That you have placed the evening before,
Telling you're honest and good-looking,
You're trying to retrieve e-mail once more

The world news flicker flashy on TV,
Muted politician and celebrity
Canned lager beer evaporates since hours,
Overflowing ashtray, withered flowers, flowers
Flowers, flowers

Cyberlover, your dreams won't ever come true,
Ever come true!

You spend eons in chat rooms each night,
Hoping to find a woman who's no fake,
Later, you're lying on your bed awake,
Feeling something around your heart too tight

After having typed the story of your life,
The other one who seemed to share your thoughts,
Finally admitted that he was male,
And going to bed, expected by his wife, wife

Cyberlover!