| D F#m G A I wouldn’t call myself a social butterfly D F#m G A And there’s not much that separates me from the other guy D F#m G A D F#m G A But when I login I begin to live-ive—ive D F#m G There’s an online world where I am king D F#m G Of a little website dedicated to me D F#m G With pictures of me and a list of my friends A And an unofficial record of the groups that I’m in D F#m G Before the internet friendship was so tough D F#m G You actually had to be in peoples presence and stuff D F#m G Who would’ve thought that with a point and a click A I would know that Hope Floats is your favorite Flickr (Harry Connick Jr.?) G Facebook (Facebook) D I’m hooked on Facebook G I used to meet girls hanging out at the mall D But now I just wait for them to write on my wall G A D Take a look (You’re hooked) on Facebook (D) Hey it said that Link’s status has changed, he’s playing the recorder ( D F#m G ) x3 A D F#m G How do you know this person? D F#m G Did you hook up with this person? D F#m G Do you need to request confirmation? A Or did you just think they looked cute from their picture on Facebook? D F#m G If the internet crashed all across the land D F#m G Or my Facebook account was deleted by the man D F#m G I’d carry around a picture of my face A And a summary of me typed out on a page G Facebook (Facebook) D I’m hooked on Facebook G It’s more than a want, it’s more than a need D I’d shrivel up and die without my mini-feed G A D Take a look (You’re hooked) on Facebook G A Take a look F#m G A G D On Facebook (book book book book) |