Her neon mouth with the blinkers off smile Nothing but an electric sign You could say she has an individual style She's part of a colorful time <♪> Secrecy of lady-chrome-cove red clothes You wear cause you have no other But I suppose no one knows You're my plastic fantastic lover <♪> Her rattlin' cough never shuts off Is nothin' but a used machine Her aluminum finish slightly dinimished Is the best I ever have seen <♪> Cosmetic baby plugged into me I'd never ever find another 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 dranin' me On my plastic fantastic lover