Baby, I don't see,
why I have to take a warranty
on lipstick.
It's dangerous, makes me look like a freak.

Take a peek, come on down
I smell of B.O and I don't know how
Do you feel my smell?

With my big, sickly lips and freaky hair,
I'm plastic, you stare in wonder
as my cosmettics make me look all queer,
I'm addicted to me, and I know that I'm plastic.

And It's hard to tell
whether I look more like a girl
or like a guy.
It's just as if I'm not a doll, but why?

With my big, sickly lips and freaky hair,
I'm plastic, you stare in wonder
as my cosmettics make me look all queer,
I'm addicted to me, and I know that I'm plastic.
And I love everything, but not you, you aren't plastic

Big ugly eyes and smelly breath

I'm plastic, you stare in wonder
as my cosmettics make me look all queer,
I'm addicted to me, and I know that I'm plastic.
And I love everything, but not you, you aren't plastic