Apple Girl

My digital girl. My digital girl. All the time she lives in her iPad. All the time she surf the web on me. All the time texts her friends on iPhone. How can she live without it? I don't know. Is she Windows girl? No, no, no. Does she live another world? No, no, no. Can you see her on the Floor? No, no, no. Is she an Apple girl? Yeah, yeah, yeah. She's an Apple girl. She rocks the roof, Dance on the moon. She's an Apple girl. She rocks the roof, Dance on the moon. She always got one million damn right answers. Sometimes she likes to be a go-go dancer. Her boyfriend is her music on iTunes. Every day's different, yeah, she likes to choose. Is she Windows girl? No, no, no. Does she live another world? No, no, no. Can you see her on the floor? No, no, no. Is she an Apple girl? Yeah, yeah, yeah. She's an Apple girl. She rocks the roof, Dance on the moon. She's an Apple girl. She rocks the roof, dance on the moon. La, la, la-la-la. How you doin', little mama? Get up, digital, thanks. Look at me in the eyes, thanks. Pay attention, I'm so excited. If I say your booty whined. My confession's all for you. Baby, I want you. She's an Apple girl. She rocks the roof, dance on the moon. She's an Apple girl. She rocks the roof, Dance on the moon. My Digital girl. My digital girl. She's an Apple girl. Girl.