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Her neon mouth with the blinkers-off smile |
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Nothing but an electric sign |
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You could say she has an individual style |
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She's part of a colorful time |
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Secrecy of lady-chrome-covered clothes |
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You wear cause you have no other |
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But I suppose no one knows |
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You're my plastic fantastic lover |
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Her rattlin' cough never shuts off |
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Is nothin' but a used machine |
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Her aluminum finish, slightly diminished |
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Is the best |
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I ever have seen |
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Cosmetic baby plugged into me |
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I'd never ever find another |
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I realize no one's wise |
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To my plastic fantastic lover |
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The electrical dust is starting to rust |
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Her trapezoid thermometer taste |
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All the red tape is mechanical rape |
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Of the TV program waste |
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Data control and |
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IBMScience is mankind's brother |
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But all I see is drainin' me |
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On my plastic fantastic lover |
