SHE TASTES LIKE THE REAL THING
MY FAKE PLASTIC LOVE
AND I CAN'T HELP THE FEELING,
I COULD BLOW THROUGH THE CEILING
IF I JUST TURN AND RUN
AND IT WEARS ME OUT....
IT WEARS ME OUT...
IT WEARS ME OUT...
IT WEARS ME OUT...
... AND IF I COULD BE WHO YOU WANTED... IF I COULD BE WHO YOU WANTED... ALL THE TIME... ALL THE TIME...
