She's only programmed to be very nice,
But she's as cold as ice, whenever I get too near,
She tells me that she likes me very much,
But when I try to touch, she makes it all too clear.
She is the latest in technology,
Almost mythology, but she has a heart of stone,
She has an IQ of 1, 001,
She has a jump suit on, and she's also a telephone.
Is that what you want - is it what you really want.
I realize that it must seem to strange,
That time has rearranged, but time has the final word
She knows I think of you, she reads my mind,
She tries to be unkind, she knows nothing of your world
Although her memory banks overflow
No one would ever know, all she says is that what you want
Maybe one day I'll feel her cold embrace,
And kiss her interface, until then I'll leave her alone.