Ambiance is the Meat Between My Thighs
I like to play soccer with my eyeballs on the ground,
Hoping everyone is playing, I dare not look around.
But I'm not paying attention.
Classically trained to laugh at the ironic
Brilliantly brainwashed to ignore the idiotic
A lesser human is not worth mention
I, mechanical, confident and over-dubbed.
I, unoriginal, squeaky-clean and shiny buffed.
I wear my favorite rules on my sleeve.
I cohabit my estate with an automated-lady.
A neutral, neutered, computer-baby.
Love means you stay when you want to leave.
With lipstick smeared on cold, hard lips,
Alluring curves, come-hither hips.
Who doesn’t love a sexy robot-whore?
She’s got a permanent skeletal grin,
Always happy beneath peeled skin.
How could anyone ask for more?
Hoping everyone is playing, I dare not look around.
But I'm not paying attention.
Classically trained to laugh at the ironic
Brilliantly brainwashed to ignore the idiotic
A lesser human is not worth mention
I, mechanical, confident and over-dubbed.
I, unoriginal, squeaky-clean and shiny buffed.
I wear my favorite rules on my sleeve.
I cohabit my estate with an automated-lady.
A neutral, neutered, computer-baby.
Love means you stay when you want to leave.
With lipstick smeared on cold, hard lips,
Alluring curves, come-hither hips.
Who doesn’t love a sexy robot-whore?
She’s got a permanent skeletal grin,
Always happy beneath peeled skin.
How could anyone ask for more?