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!