(And there's not a website that can take me from),

If I posted a blog entry,
Just to say that I was bored and free,
What would you do?
If I posted you were beautiful,
Would you upvote my new video?
I'd comment you too,
Well, baby I've surfed the internet,
But I ain't seen a nicer profile pic,
That's you,
You turn mascara into an art,
But there's still one thing I need from you,
New survey to do,

Because,
You can hear my new profile song,
With Good Charlotte you can't go wrong,
My hair's brushed over my eyes,
So it takes twice as long to read what it is you type,
It is my favorite,
It is my homepage,
It's for people my age,
I can do something crazy,
And take some pics to put them on,
MySpace,
(Be in my Top 8),
MySpace,
(Be in my Top 8),
MySpace,
(Be in my Top 8),
And there's no site that could take me from,
MySpace,
(Be in my Top 8),
MySpace,
(Be in my Top 8),
MySpace,
(Be in my Top 8),
And there's no site that could take me from,
MySpace
MySpace,

Now, if I viewed your profile,
Would you think I was a pedophile?
Could be forty two,
Would that make you want to change the scene?
And soak my head with leaded gasoline?
Is that what you'd do?
I'm just kidding, I'm a normal guy,
I'm just stressed at my tough school life,
Home life is hard too,
So this picture represents my heart,
I'm emo so it's probably torn apart,
Be my friend, would you?

Because,
I can see you dyed you hair,
Looking so scene, have so much flair,
You can see me on my own site,
So get off Something Awful or AmIRight,
You can be my lady,
If you're not threatened by being in second,
There's always one that I'll always face,
There's nothing that can save me from,
MySpace,
(Go on everyday),
MySpace,
(Go on everyday),
MySpace,
(Go on everyday),
And all I want to do is post,
MySpace,
(Go on everyday),
MySpace,
(Go on everyday),
MySpace,
(Go on everyday),
And all I want to do is post,
MySpace,
MySpace,

Whether I'm in Firefox or IE,
There's only one site I'm caring to see,
See what people say about me,
And post new lines of poetry,
There's music, friends, and classifieds,
Forums, groups, events, and stand-up guys,
You don't want to let the chance go by,
To let my two thousandth comment fly,
You all know that I'm emo,
I don't cut, but I press my elbow,
On the corners of table sides,
Which sort of hurts and makes the skin go white,
I hate to have to cancel my vacation but I have no choice,
Because if I have no internet, I have no voice,
I have to clear up all this noise,
In my head, it's not my choice,
Hold up, I'm getting off topic here,
I'll post it in a blog or Podcast to hear,
I've got three hundred friends who all know me,
And there are always new friend requests for me to deny,
I ain't gon' lie, I like your "Space,
Pics of your face, that's where it is,
I like it, the new layout's the shizz,
But none's more pimped out than my "Space is,

There are probably guys unclean,
Claiming that they're female and sixteen,
But it doesn't bother me,
This country's free,
You can see my Top 8,
If you tell me how you,
Made a Top 32,
Just learn the basics,
And friend me, I'll accept you onto my
MySpace,
(Space),
MySpace,
(Space),
MySpace,
(Space),
It is run by Tom, but pretty much owned by me,
MySpace,
(Space),
MySpace,
(Space),
MySpace,
(Space),
No other site could take me from,
MySpace,
MySpace.