Fine For A Robot (Busdriver) She's the skin stretched across the circuit board I'll put a fiery hoop on her mouse finger We're supposed to adopt highways But her mother's milk's a soft drink While her cigarettes smoke themselves I end up with cancer of the everything Her areola's a satellite uplink Storing mega-bytes of virtual fluff Her phone has been fused to her face She's really health-conscious and pretentious She'll eat a flower's root Then file a counter-suit on a non-smoker She knows a lot of a lot of little things (Radioinactive) Oh yeah girl, put your hands on my keyboard Yeah that's it Yeah double click my mouse baby double click it Oh yeah that's right Click and drag baby, click and drag I sit alone in the chatroom staring at the screen Sipping Miller Lite and Grenadine You've been programmed to kiss my earlobes and unbuckle my jeans while you play the greatest hits of The Eagles and Supremes Shall we download a theme? (yeah) I can be Larry Bird kicking it in Boston I really like robot girls Cause they're wicked awesome And I wanna kick it wit you often It's poppin' (Busdriver) This is the kiss of the floppy disk I wish that I was prepared for this I'm computer illiterate She's got a manual to her s**-drive She loves me vicariously And I die in various manners and places I wish that she loved me She loves herself Only Her light bulbs need changing