Trin Trin I used to ring,
Like a canary in the spring.
Numbers on your finger tips
No where in world u could miss
I was your lie detector
Could'nt say I aint home mister
Mobile pager, local Loops
Dust not fingers in my grooves
Someday you will realize
Over Angel you chose Vice
Always in your bosses gaze
Family life is now a maze
Besides your pillow when you sleep
Even in your dreams it can creep
Enslaved tightly in its shackles
Life without it, seems a battle
Games Texting movies WAP
No more gossip, no more chat
Embrace the gud old wired friend
Straighten Hand’s unusual bend
Time to regain your freedom
Throw it bravely like
a legion
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