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