Lyrics

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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