I sit at my computer, talking to a guy named Craig. He's shown me somethings, gotta say he has a big head. If only I'd known he was only fooling around. I wouldn't have gone looking so profound. Now he doesn't want to touch me at all. He'd rather do other things than call. I wish he'd come pick me up in his car. I'd handle his golf club and forget the par. So what am I suppose to do. I'm all hot and looking for my boo. He doesn't want to do those sorta things you see. Instead he'd rather play a game than to mess with me.