You can have it if you want, it's on a plate

With southern fries and a salad dressed

Or, better still, undressed

And she'll come microwaved and hot

Loving all the things you've got

And you will be everything you're not

When she's around



And she'll be made in heaven,

in heaven, they said

That she'll be made in heaven,

forever in your head



You can keep it if you want, or throw it away

She comes free with metallic paint and a three

year warantee

You can pull her on like a pair of jeans or

drink her down like the real thing

And she'll have a mind to call your own

And she won't wait to get you home

To get you home



And she'll be made in heaven,

in heaven, they said

That she'll be made in heaven,

forever in your head



She'll make you fly, she'll take you deep

When she comes walking in your sleep

But they made you a promise they

couldn't keep

When they told you