歌曲 | Plastic Fantastic Lover |
歌手 | Jefferson Airplane |
专辑 | Flight Box |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Balin | |
Her neon mouth with a bleeding talk smile | |
Is nothing but electric sign | |
You could say she has an individual style | |
She's a part of a colorful time | |
Super-sealed lady, chrome-color clothes | |
You wear 'cause you have no other | |
But I suppose no one knows | |
You're my plastic fantastic lover | |
Your rattlin' cough never shuts off | |
Is nothing but a used machine | |
Your aluminum finish, slightly diminished | |
Is the best I've ever seen | |
Cosmetic baby, plug into me | |
And never, ever find another | |
And 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 | |
On my plastic fantastic lover |
zuo ci : Balin | |
Her neon mouth with a bleeding talk smile | |
Is nothing but electric sign | |
You could say she has an individual style | |
She' s a part of a colorful time | |
Supersealed lady, chromecolor clothes | |
You wear ' cause you have no other | |
But I suppose no one knows | |
You' re my plastic fantastic lover | |
Your rattlin' cough never shuts off | |
Is nothing but a used machine | |
Your aluminum finish, slightly diminished | |
Is the best I' ve ever seen | |
Cosmetic baby, plug into me | |
And never, ever find another | |
And 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 | |
On my plastic fantastic lover |
zuò cí : Balin | |
Her neon mouth with a bleeding talk smile | |
Is nothing but electric sign | |
You could say she has an individual style | |
She' s a part of a colorful time | |
Supersealed lady, chromecolor clothes | |
You wear ' cause you have no other | |
But I suppose no one knows | |
You' re my plastic fantastic lover | |
Your rattlin' cough never shuts off | |
Is nothing but a used machine | |
Your aluminum finish, slightly diminished | |
Is the best I' ve ever seen | |
Cosmetic baby, plug into me | |
And never, ever find another | |
And 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 | |
On my plastic fantastic lover |