This is a parody of "She Thinks My Tractors Sexy" by Kenny Chesney
Plowing the net in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, Lordy, here she comes
With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea
I make a little room and she climbs on up
Open up a browser and stir a little dust
Just look at her face she ain't a foolin' me
She thinks my twitter's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always followin' me
While I'm typin' along
She likes the way it's postin' while we're twittin' up the web
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my geeky tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my twitter's sexy
We surf back and forth until we run out of light
Take it to my desk, put it up for the night
Climb up in the loft sit and talk with web radio on
She said she's got a dream and I asked what it is
She wants a web farm and a yard full of followers
One more teeny weeny post before I take her home
She thinks my twitter's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always staring at me
While I'm typin' along
She likes the way it's postin' while we're twittin' up the web
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my geeky tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my twitter's sexy
Well she ain't into cars or pick up trucks
But if it runs like a Beowulf, man her eyes light up
She thinks my twitter's....
She thinks my twitter's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always staring at me
While I'm typin along
She likes the way it's postin' while we're twittin' up the web
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my geeky tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my twitter's sexy
She thinks my twitter's sexy
She thinks my twitter's sexy
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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