Her neon mouth with the blinking soft smile Ain't nothing but an electric sign You could say she has an individual style She's a part of a carnival time Super steel lady, chrome-colored clothes you wear Cause you have no other But I suppose no one knows You're my plastic fantastic lover Her rattling cough never shuts off It's nothing but a used machine Her aluminum finish, slightly diminished Is the best I ever have seen Cosmetic baby plugged into me And never ever find another But 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 Of my plastic fantastic lover