Sexting Bo Burnham

[Chorus]
Sexting (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh)
It isn't sex, it's the next best thing
Sexting
Ayy, ayy, AT&T

[Verse 1]
I am in bed; I am ready to go with you
Tonight, I'm thinking of taking it slow: We'll use—
Emojis only; we don't need phonetical diction
We'll talk dirty like we're ancient Egyptians
You send me a peach (Ooh), I send a carrot back (Ahh)
You send a Ferris wheel; that's pretty abstract
I send back a ticket stub, implying that the Ferris wheel's your body and I'd really love admission to it (Ahh)
Oh, no! What if, now, you think that I'm implying your vagina is as big as a Ferris wheel? (Damn)
You send back a snowman
Crisis averted (Thank God)

[Chorus]
Sexting (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh)
It isn't sex; it's the next best thing (Next best thing)
Sexting
Ayy, ayy, AT&T

[Verse 2]
No more emojis; now, it's on to words
I ask what you're wearing; you reply, "A shirt"
You say, "Are you naked?" I say, "Yeah, except for a top hat"
You say, "lmao," but I doubt that
I'm getting hot at just the thought of what I'd do to you
'Cause in my head, I'm in your bed and getting through to you
They made the internet for nights like these (Nights like these)
I love you, baby; send a picture of your tits, please