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TV screen faces aren't pretty it's true |
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But she will do anything I tell her to |
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Her conversation's not what you'd call clever |
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But she can't contradict me, oh no never |
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Robot girl, robot girl |
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Move your arms a few degrees north |
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Now gently back and forth |
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You know just what to scratch |
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We're such a perfect match |
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I'm in a whirl, you're my robot girl |
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Programmed for love, she can be quite tender |
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See how I'm kind, nothing offends her |
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She vacuums the carpet and doesn't complain |
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She'll walk the dog in the pouring rain |
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Robot girl, robot girl |
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Move your arms a few degrees north |
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Now gently back and forth |
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You know just what to scratch |
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We're such a perfect match |
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I'm in a whirl, you're my robot girl |
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Don't have to worry about diamonds and furs |
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There's no confusion about what's mine and what's hers |
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When she fixes her limbs on my backside I just shudder |
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She goes through my blood like a hot knife through butter |
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Robot girl, robot girl |
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Move your arms a few degrees north |
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Now gently back and forth |
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You know just what to scratch |
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We're such a perfect match |
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I'm in a whirl, you're my robot girl |
