It's a wide world out there 
So much wider than imagined 
I can't quite put my finger on the pulse 
Of your heart softly beating 
Just beneath the raw silk sheen 
That reflects the tints of autumn from the hills. 

So punch my name. 
And in case you wonder
I'll be yours, yours, dot com. 

Executive accommodation 
Bland but nonetheless appealing 
Waiters discretely at your back and call 
Place the tall sun-down potion 
Lightly by your velvet elbow 
While you compose a message on the wall. 

So punch my name. 
And in case you wonder 
I'll be yours, yours, dot com. 

With your handmade leather valise 
Packed and ready, ready waiting 
Showered and dressed down lightly for the heat 
Give a clue; leave a kind word 
Hint as to a destination 
A domain where our cyber-souls might meet. 

So punch my name. 
And in case you wonder 
I'll be yours, yours, dot com.