You know Vicky that I love you
You are programmed what to do
Is it wrong to feel this way
I could tell you what to say
But late in the evening
When it’s starting to get dark
Her light sensors
Defect to make a spark
To set her ablaze
With passions and desires
She’s lost control
Only love can quench her fire
She’s fantastic made of plastic
Microchips here and there
She’s a small wonder
Love and laughter everywhere
But once again
When the sun is going down
She becomes a menace,
A terror of the town
Her appetite for lust
No man could ever know
She’s not human, no Vicky
No Vicky no!
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