You bar hopper, you street walker You’re chain smoking just to ask her for Her number And still your loves not found You thrill seeker, you’re wills weaker You team switcher swap the Mrs for the Mr And still your loves not found And I won’t come down till I found what I’ve Been looking for Sliding on pictures digital sisters in my Telephone You gotta stop drop your phone There ain’t nothing wrong with being alone All the messages passing fads and fetishes I need somebody how can airbrush all my Blemishes Strip my coats and clothes orphan all my Prejudice Staddle up close to my ear and tell me Just what true love is Creatures in low light Passing shadows in the night And they never go away Sharing stories of the night Sexual strangers left behind She may never know my pain And it won’t be long till you found out All my faults and flaws Then you’re sliding on pictures checking Out misters On your telephone