You can wait over there
In the toy box
Oh that's where
The plastic people go
Fading skin and frosted eyes
You're cold-blooded cool
But you're boiling inside
She's got a brain like a rubber band
Make her think too hard and
It's gonna snap, it's gonna snap, it's gonna snap
You don't have to think much
You don't have to think much
You don't have to think much
When you're made from plastic
Perfect teeth cut down by machines
They're smiling wide, they're smiling wide
Silkscreened faces always wet with touchup paint Trying to change the way they came
Trying to change, trying to change, trying to change
You don't have to think much
You don't have to think much
You don't have to think much
You don't have to think much
You don't have to think much
You don't have to think much
When you're made from plastic
It's not alright
To take what's mine, to take what's mine, to take what's mine It's not okay
To waste my time, to waste my time, to waste my time Just because you're made from plastic
