I am plastic Just for a lark I would trade All of my moving parts If you can move me Like you say you can Are you pretending You can love a tin can Cold, tired and stale Help me get away from here This is what i want for my life But im not sure if im programmed right Or if im under the gun With some sick fascination to over indulge And it seems Like these nuts and bolds and dreams Always find some way to compete And i don't ever ? Oh you say that you want me Mirrors and flesh never fell that easy And never can we kiss like The scene in these shows Never will lens grace Our awkward pose By igniting on embrace Irony is all i taste This is what i want for my life But i'm not sure if i'm programmed right Or if i'm under the gun With some sick fascination to over indulge And it seems Like these nuts and bolds and dreams Always find some way to compete And i don't ever ? And i said This is what i want for my life But i'm not sure if i'm programmed right Or if i'm under the gun With some sick fascination