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Her neon mouth with a bleeding talk smile
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Is nothing but electric sign
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You could say she has an individual style
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She's a part of a colorful time
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Super-sealed lady, chrome-color clothes
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You wear 'cause you have no other
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But I suppose no one knows
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You're my plastic fantastic lover
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Your rattlin' cough never shuts off
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Is nothing but a used machine
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Your aluminum finish, slightly diminished
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Is the best I've ever seen
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Cosmetic baby, plug into me
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And never, ever find another
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And I realize no one's wise
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To my plastic fantastic lover
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The electrical dust is starting to rust
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Her trapezoid thermometer taste
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All the red tape is mechanical rape
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Of the TV program waste
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Data control and IBM
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Science is mankind's brother
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But all I see is draining me
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Plastic Fantastic Lover
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| Jefferson Airplane |
