| TV screen faces aren’t pretty it’s true
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| But she will do anything I tell her to Her conversation’s not what you’d call clever
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| But she can’t contradict me, oh no never
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| Robot girl, robot girl
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| Move your arms a few degrees north
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| Now gently back and forth
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| You know just what to scratch
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| We’re such a perfect match
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| I’m in a whirl, you’re my robot girl
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| Programmed for love, she can be quite tender
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| See how I’m kind, nothing offends her
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| She vacuums the carpet and doesn’t complain
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| She’ll walk the dog in the pouring rain
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| Robot girl, robot girl
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| Move your arms a few degrees north
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| Now gently back and forth
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| You know just what to scratch
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| We’re such a perfect match
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| You are my world, you’re my robot girl
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| Don’t have to worry about diamonds and furs
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| There’s no confusion about what’s mine and what’s hers
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| When she fixes her limbs on my backside I just shudder
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| She goes through my blood like a hot knife through butter
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| Robot girl, robot girl
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| Move your arms a few degrees north
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| Now gently back and forth
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| Oh, you know just what to scratch
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| We’re such a perfect match
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| You are my world, you’re my robot girl
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| I’m in a whirl, you’re my robot girl |