You know Vicky that I love you You are programmed what to do
Is it wrong to feel this way I could tell you what to say But late in the evening when it's starting to get dark her light sensors defect to make a spark with passions and desires
to set her ablaze She's lost control
Only love can quench her fire She's fantastic made of plastic
Microchips here and there
She's a small wonder Love and laughter everywhere But once again when the sun is going down She becomes a menace, a terror of the town
Her appetite for lust No man could ever know She's not human, no Vicky no Vicky no!.
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