It's nine am on a school day
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an older guy sitting next to me
Makin' love to his keyboard and screen
He says, "Ma'm, do you know how to Twitter or Blog?"
I'm not really sure how it goes
But, it's cool and it's hip and I bet I'd know how
If I wore a younger man's clothes
Now, John in the computer lab, is a friend of mine
He helps me with the error message screens
But he's slow with the typing and he hates all the blogging
Cuz, there's some place that he'd rather be
He says, "Blogger girl, I believe this is killing me"
As his smile ran away from his face
"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
Tweet us a line, you're the Blogging Girl
Blog us a line tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a clever story
And you've got us feelin' all right
It's a pretty good crowd for a friday morning
And the professor gives me a smile
'Cause he know's it's my blog they've been comin' to read
To forget about their life for awhile
And the Twitters, they sound like a flock of birds
And the Blog smells like a hit
And they sit at their desks and they compliment my blog
And say, "Ma'm, what are you doing here?"