I Think We're Alone Now

Just look at the way,
my screen shimmers in the light now.
I don't care what I'll pay,
just to have my little 'pudre.
And so I'm:

typing just as fast as I can (can, can, can)
Holding my mouse in one hand (hand, hand, hand)
Trying to get away into cyberspace
And then you pop up all those emails that could never be found
And then you say:

(computer speaks:)
"I think I'm back home now.
There doesn't seem to be a big server around.
I think I'm back home now.
That repair center in Texas just can be found."