The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
The Vandals
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!