Plastic Fantastic Lover

Her neon mouth with a blinking tall smile nothing but an electric sign

You could say she has an individual, style she's a part of a colorful time

Super sealed lady, chrome colored clothes you wear 'cause you have no other

But I suppose no one knows you're my plastic fantastic lover

Her rattling cough never shuts off is nothing but a used machine

Her aluminum finish slightly diminished is the best I ever have seen

Cosmic baby plugged into me never ever find another

And I realize no one's wise to my plastic fantastic lover

The electrical dust is starting to rust her trapezoid thermometer taste

All the red tape is mechanical rape of the TV program waste

Data control and IBM science is mankind's brother

But all I see is draining me on my plastic fantastic lover