Plastic Fantastic Lover — Jefferson Airplane

Her neon mouth with the blinkers-off smile Nothing but an electric sign You could say she has an individual style She's part of a colorful time

Secrecy of lady-chrome-covered 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 nothin' but a used machine Her aluminum finish, slightly dinimished Is the best I ever have seen

Cosmetic baby plugged into me I'd never ever find another 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 dranin' me On my plastic fantastic lover