Never been much a macho man
All I got was my brains
My endeavors with girls were in vain
So I used all my craftiness
And etched out plan
A woman with pneumatic hands
She's made up of bits and pieces
It was a yard sale find
A scrap-iron lady has conquered my mind
I know we're into something good
(A gynoid just can't be bad)
I know we're onto something right
(A gynoid who's ironclad)
Biometric intelligence
And delrin hub wheels
But no one can tell how she feels
When setting the bootstrap
I gave her three laws
The mistake was to give her steel claws
Her feedback is sympathetic
How can I believe it
When all that she's thinking is zeros and ones
I know we're into something good
(A gynoid just can't be bad)
I know we're onto something right
(A gynoid who's ironclad)
I know we're into something good
(A gynoid just can't be bad)
I know we're onto something right
(A gynoid who's ironclad)
She's a walking no talking battalion
Not a stupid Adobe application
Though I'm only a Cupid Pygmalion
I can't almost believe it's an eve of devastation
I know we're into something good
(A gynoid just can't be bad)
I know we're onto something right
(A gynoid who's ironclad)
I know we're into something good
(A gynoid just can't be bad)
I know we're onto something right
(A gynoid who's ironclad)
I know we're into something good
(A gynoid just can't be bad)
I know we're onto something right
(A gynoid who's ironclad)