This thing buzzes, it rings
For some reason it pings
Walking or driving
There is no mercy for me
It's stuck to my ear
Or to the message I read

I once felt so cool
To have a phone on the run
I'm a prisoner now
Chained to this cell is no fun
I can't leave my home
Without patting me down
I must have my phone
Now it's always around

Strange how I live for musical rings
Buzzes and even mysterious pings

So give me a call or a text or two
I will always be waiting
For a phone call from you

What! This thing has internet?
Martha...