I was tired of my lady
We'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording
Of a favorite song
So while she was upstairs sleeping
I logged into Second Life
and in the classified section
There was a post that changed my life:

"If you like rezzin' prims and building
Prefer private islands to the main
If you're not into scripting
If you have half a brain
If you like poseballs at midnight
Can't stand the Wednesday updates
Then I'm the one that you've looked for
IM me and escape"

I didn't think about my lady
I know that sounds kind of mean
But me and my old lady
had fallen into the same old dull routine
So I ponied up some Lindens
Took out a classified ad
And though I'm nobody's poet
I thought it wasn't half bad:

"Yes, I like rezzin' prims and building
Have half a sim not on the main
I'm not much into scripting
I think LSL is lame;
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
Right after the update
Here's a landmark to the Elbow Room
Where we can plan our escape"

So I waited with high hopes
And downloaded the update
But when I tried to log on
My password would not take
I tried for over seven hours
Then headed up to bed
But my wife was still awake
and this is what she said:

"So you like rezzin' prims and building?
Have half a sim not on the main?
You aren't much into scripting
because you haven't got a brain.
Well, I changed your precious password
what it is you'll never find.
You'll have to be happy in your first life
and leave your second one behind."

So now I'm watching Desperate Housewives
and reading People magazine.
I never get on the computer
I've been banned from the machine.
But late at night I sometimes wonder
about the one I was to meet
if she's still waiting in the Elbow Room
sitting by and empty seat

Yes, we loved rezzin' prims and building
preferred private islands to the main
we were not into scripting
we both thought LSL was lame
We liked poseballs at midnight
and hated Wednesday's updates.
Perhaps she'll hear this song and realize
she no longer needs to wait....