You come home from work
You turn me on.
We will go for hours
And then you're gone.
You have played me.
That's all I can say.
I cannot move.
I just sit here all day.
Sometimes you ignore me,
Which makes me irate.
Other times we play,
Until it gets really late.
Sometimes I feel tangled,
But I know that you'll fix it.
That just gives me some time
To rest for a bit.
You really push my buttons.
What can I say?
But I hate when you have me going
All night and day.
I know that you're the chick,
That'll play with my stick.
So you better get ready,
We're gonna get sweaty.
Is your body prepared
To feel my vibration?
There's nothing I'd rather be,
Than your Playstation.