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title: "Debby"

meaning: "Little Hug parasocial crush: pink mullet thirst trap, willow on his phone: blue check simps, lost in the scrolling pit; Debby, please talk to me."

year: 2021
release: "Little Hug"
releaseType: "EP"

artist: "Scoobert Doobert"
artistId: "#scoobert"

credits: "Written, performed, and mixed by Luke Francis Walton. Mastered by Riley Knapp."

spotify: "https://open.spotify.com/album/08qm91rIDQEj86DoQWiNyB"
officialVideo: "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=houowAymisY"
apple: "https://music.apple.com/us/album/little-hug/1558296985"

themes: ["Little Hug", "internet", "loneliness", "social media", "parasocial"]

isrc: QZDA82108367
isrcSource: soundexchange
lyrics: |
  Pink mullet hanging down her neck
  Giving him a heart attack
  Looking like a thirst trap
  What a snack

  He's a willow hanging on his phone
  Lying down before her throne
  Acting like she'll never know
  He's all alone

  Debby, please talk to me
  Debby, please talk to me

  Blue check you know what comes with it
  Debby followed by the simps
  Titillating all of them
  With her hips

  First comment at the start of it
  Back when she hearted it
  Lost in the scrolling pit
  He misses it

  Debby, please talk to me
  Debby, please talk to me

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Track eleven on [*Little Hug*](/albums/little-hug/) (**April 2021**), also track twelve on [*Big Hug*](/albums/big-hug/) as **Debby (Extended)** ([Apple](https://music.apple.com/us/album/debby-extended/1585121212?i=1585121225)): the same song and lyrics, with a guitar solo tacked onto the LP cut. Luke solo. Named grief before the title closer, [*A Little Hug*](/songs/a-little-hug/).

Two portraits and one plea. She's algorithm bait, *pink mullet*, *thirst trap*, *what a snack*; he's a *willow hanging on his phone / lying down before her throne*, worshipping someone who doesn't know he exists. The hook is the entire need, *Debby, please talk to me*, repeated and never answered. The second verse turns it into platform economics, a *blue check* and its cloud of simps, and the one moment that ever counted: *first comment at the start of it / back when she hearted it / lost in the scrolling pit*. A single heart emoji as peak intimacy, now buried in the feed.

Same internet loneliness as later [*High Society*](/songs/high-society/) and [*All My Friends Live on the Internet*](/songs/all-my-friends-live-on-the-internet/), but here it narrows to one person and one ask. After the *so what* spiral of [*Don't Know Much*](/songs/dont-know-much/), *Debby* is specific longing before the small comfort of the title track.

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