I live inside a box

Well, it's not much of a box

but I live inside it anyway

They put me here one day during the war

saying my body was too damaged

to go on by its own

So someone thought it will be a good idea

to test one of those life keeping devices

New technology for old problems

And took my mind and dropped my flesh;

my name is Sandra and I'm made up of wires

They talk to me from a network,

from time to time

Yes, I'm connected to a network;

hundred of men a day are having sex with me

using some new technology apparatus

It hurts

I'm something like a circus freak

I don't have a body, but some machine

recreates one to every horny bastard

with a credit card that wants to fuck me

I dream of pulling the plugs

but I've no hand to do it

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