Darling Robot Child

Wipe up your tears,
darling robot child.
We don't want you to rust now.
You have your fears:
getting on a steamship,
standing naked in a lightning storm.

I don't wanna be in the factory at night (do you wanna go)
with my head and arms in different rooms and (do you wanna go)
my switches off waiting for the (do you wanna go)
manager to open up (to Denmark?)
alone.

I don't wanna be in the factory at night (do you wanna go)
with my head and arms in different rooms and (do you wanna go)
my switches off waiting for the (do you wanna go)
manager to open up (to Denmark?)
alone.

We'd meet a man,
darling robot child,
who'd take us for a paddle boat ride.
I'll take your hand,
and we'll saunter to the pier,
and I'll assuage your fears.

Sometimes when you've left me for the hour I (do you wanna go)
pour my root beer in the flowers and (do you wanna go)
sit and pout on the back porch counting cars (do you wanna go)
of people driving (to Denmark?)
alone.

Sometimes when you've left me for the hour I (do you wanna go)
pour my root beer in the flowers, (do you wanna go)
sit and pout on the back porch counting cars (do you wanna go)
of people driving (to Denmark?)
alone.