I could be your one night, two night, three night stand

Or a perfect wife, I'll make wedding plans

Or I'll cook you dinner with my trembling hands

I'm like plasticine; you pick what I am

You could own my life if you ask my Dad

And if you pick me then I can't be sad

So I'll tend your body and at your demand

I'm just plasticine for a chauvinist man

I'm just plasticine and I'm in your hands