Song Length |
3:02 |
Genre |
Country - General |
Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Engaging |
Subject |
Making Up |
Lyrics
Virtual Sin
I'd been writing sexy emails and flirting on the internet
She was cleaning my computer when something popped up I guess
Never said a word just smiled in a funny little way
Then I noticed something strange the evening of the very next day
My Penthouse Pets all lined the kitty litter box
Took that mess out - came back, and the door was locked
My key wouldn't fit so I headed to my pick up truck.
It made some funny noises, but at least it started up.
chorus
Trouble, Trouble, Trouble what a download of trouble I'm in
Dear Lord, I'm paying the wages of my virtual sin
I was driving down the road when I started smelling the fish
and there was something in the carpet that kept on goin' squish
Pulled into a motel, thought I might get resurrected
The Clerk just sneered said," Your card has been rejected".
Drove on back, undressed on the front lawn
"Here's the naked truth, Honey, I done you wrong."
Nobody stirred, so I took my picture with my cell phone
emailed it to her, text message, Please let me come home.
chorus
bridge
My prayers were answered when she opened the door
Said, Honey, I've changed, I won't do that no more.
repeat chorus
copyright 2008, Pete Gallatin