repreat ad nauseamShe's that dream that I had while awake
She's a slight memory of this feeling
A shakedown to my exits (lolwut)
The top of a kiss on a suicidal jump
Her power source captivates my sensors
No one can control her while she's on, dancing
She has that spark that burns transistors
She drinks an elixir that turns her engines on
A virtual diva came to the disco to dance
Check how she wiggles (dances) Ohh x3
There's somethig robot-like on her tactics
Her technique dried my batteries
Her model comes with a plastic hip
With the moves of the bionic woman
She's on fire
She's on with the blood turned on
She doesn't want to see the light of day tonight
Didn't brought a compass, she's lost
Her seductive system is overheating
While her frequency can be felt
Her bodily fluids are exporting (wut)
Robotic, she's shining on the dance floor
Ok, I'm out, gonna go get some ear bleach...