I want to show you off,
Even though you're not real,
Even though what we have is a spoof,
I want the world to know that i can feel.

You're the Samantha to my Theodore,
The Clementine to my Joel,
My very own digital love,
The eternal sunshine of my spotless mind.

I can almost feel your supple skin,
The warmth of your soul,
All through this digital screen,
Ah how I wish this is real.

I hate the thought of waking up alone again,
Though nothing I do will prevent it,
I hate to have to erase you from my memory,
When you've already conquered all that is me.

Ah how I wish this real!