Plastic Fantastic Lover

Her neon mouth with a blinking soft smile Nothin' but electric sign You could say she has an individual style She's a part of a carnival 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 rattlin' cough never shuts off Is nothing but a used machine Her aluminum finish, slightly diminished Is the best I ever have seen Cosmetic baby, plugged into me And 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