You're weightless
You've never been one to complain
Your rubber soul and a helium brain
Never alone, bubble wrapped styrofoam
Like the real thing
Plastic but never pretend
My polyurethane friend
Never alone, bubble wrapped styrofoam
Like the real thing
You're wasted
With your cold Barbie-rella eyes
And your siliclone implant disguise
Interface CD-Rom
Cyberspace Major Tom
Like the real thing
Blow up doll, won't you be mine
Blow up doll, won't you be my
Blow up doll, won't you be mine
I'm wasted
I'm always the one to complain
My rubber soul and an alien brain
Always alone, bubble wrapped styrofoam
Like the real thing
Chorus
