Fine for a Robot

Fine For A Robot

Busdriver

She's the skin stretched across the circuit board

I'll put a fiery hoop on her mouse finger

We're supposed to adopt highways

But her mother's milk's a soft drink

While her cigarettes smoke themselves

I end up with cancer of the everything

Her areola's a satellite uplink

Storing mega bytes of virtual fluff

Her phone has been fused to her face

She's really health conscious and pretentious

She'll eat a flower's root

Then file a counter suit on a non smoker

She knows a lot of a lot of little things

Radioinactive

I sit alone in the chatroom staring at the screen

Sipping Miller Lite and Grenadine

You've been programmed to kiss my earlobes and unbuckle my jeans while you play the greatest hits of The Eagles and Supremes

Shall we download a theme I can be Larry Bird

Kick it in Boston

I really like robot girls

Cause they're wicked awesome

And I wanna kick it wit you often

Its poppin

Busdriver

This is the kiss of the floppy disk

I wish that I was prepared for this

I'm computer illiterate

She's got a manual to her s*x drive

She loves me vicariously

And I die in various manners and places

I wish that she loved me

She loves herself

Only

Her light bulbs need changing