Plastic Fantastic Lover

Her neon mouth with a blinking soft smile
 Nothin' but electric sign
 You could say she has an individual style
 She's a part of a carnival time
 Super sealed lady, chrome colored 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 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
 And 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
 On my plastic fantastic lover