Plastic Fantastic Lover - Paul Kantner, Marty Balin

Her neon mouth with the blinking soft smile

Ain’t nothing but an electric sign

You could say she has an individual style

She’s a part of a carnival time

Super steel lady, chrome-colored clothes you wear

Cause you have no other

But I suppose no one knows

You’re my plastic fantastic lover

Her rattling cough never shuts off

It’s nothing but a used machine

Her aluminum finish, slightly diminished

Is the best I ever have seen

Cosmetic baby plugged into me

And never ever find another

But 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 draining me

Of my plastic fantastic lover