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!