Honky-Tonk Laptop Girl

BY LONDIS CARPENTER COPYRIGHT © 2005

    One night I caught my ba-by on the in-ter-net

    hon-ky tonk-ing with a dude she has ne-ver met.

    She says it is-n’t cheat-ing, when you chat on line.

    I think it’s just the same as when you’re mak-ing time.

    My ba-by’s hon-ky tonk-ing on the in-ter-net.

    She’s a lap-top ma-ma—I’m gon-na leave her yet

    I came home a-fter wor-king all day nine to five.

    I caught her in a chat room with that same guy’s jive.

    I woke up in the morn-ing a-bout  half past two

    And she’s still on her lap-top, what’s a man to do?

    She’s the hon-ky-tonk la-dy of the in-ter-net.

    She’s a lap-top ma-ma—I’m gon-na leave her yet

I think I’ll buy a lap-top—do the same thing too,

Find me a gal who likes to chat and pitch some woo

She says it isn’t cheat-ing when you chat on line.

I won-der if she’ll still say that when I get mine.

My ba-by’s hon-ky tonk-ing on the in-ter-net

She’s a lap-top ma-ma but—I can’t leave her yet