Supermodel Robots Songtext

Not quite a fembot
but almost an alien,
she's in the smell of the month club
I feel it in my lungs.

Lesbian junkie funky
slam dunk a cosmonaut,
laser guns and having fun
biological parking lot.

All systems down...

So titty-twist a mad scientist,
oh is this the toxic ride?
Wrap me up in a plastic bag
and hang me out to dry.

Artificial respiration,
I need my medication.
Load me up and light a match.
all systems down and out.

It's down and out...
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