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 time



Super-sealed lady, chrome-color clothes

You wear 'cause you have no other

But I suppose no one knows

You're my plastic fantastic lover



Your rattlin' cough never shuts off

Is nothing but a used machine

Your aluminum finish, slightly diminished

Is the best I've ever seen



Cosmetic baby, plug into me

And never, ever find another

And I realize no one's wise

To my plastic fantastic lover



The electrical dust is starting to rust

Her trapezoid thermometer taste

All the red tape is mechanical rape

Of the TV program waste



Data control and IBM

Science is mankind's brother

But all I see is draining me

On my plastic fantastic lover