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!