Her neon mouth with a bleeding talk smile
Is nothing but electric sign
You could say she has an individual style
She's a part of a colorful timeSuper-sealed lady, chrome-color clothes
You wear 'cause you have no other
But I suppose no one knows
You're my plastic fantastic loverYour rattlin' cough never shuts off
Is nothing but a used machine
Your aluminum finish, slightly diminished
Is the best I've ever seenCosmetic baby, plug into me
And never, ever find another
And I realize no one's wise
To my plastic fantastic loverThe electrical dust is starting to rust
Her trapezoid thermometer taste
All the red tape is mechanical rape
Of the TV program wasteData control and I.B.M.
Science is mankind's brother
But all I see is draining me
On my plastic fantastic lover
Songwriters
MARTY BALINPublished by
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