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!