Plastic

I know what it is to be broke and then be bold

Tell you that my silver is gold

Though we're much too old for make believe

And I know what it's like to be old and not be held

Funny how a stomach unfed

Seems satisfied 'cause it's swell and swollen

You got me

Shootin' 'cross the sky like a star

But nobody told me to never let it get too far

See my silhouette, so you're standing scared of me

Can I tell you a secret?

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

Oh, my wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of

And so am I