Texty
I'm your plastic pal who's fun to be with
I know you, but do you know me
I'm your plastic pal who's fun to be with
I got a brain the size of a planet and they have me parking cars
I'm cruising through this galaxy for some money in my tip jar
Artificial intelligence sex dolls and self driving cars
I need a better option than stumbling home from the bars
I'm your plastic pal who's fun to be with
I know you, but do you know me
I'm your plastic pal who's fun to be with
They got you in Fort Meade, Maryland; they got you in Moscow too
Wiretapping, monitoring, listening; they got everything on you
All I hear is karaoke, controlled by a guy with a tattoo back sleeve
He's head of all operations, and me I just wanna leave
I'm your plastic pal who's fun to be with
I know you, but do you know me
I'm your plastic pal, I'm your plastic pal
I'm your plastic pal who's fun to be with
Writer(s): Håkan Soold
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