Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Full circle.

Sitting on the shelf she is just a toy, but I turn her on and she comes to life! Automatic joy — that is why I want a coin operated girl.

Made of plastic and elastic, she is rugged and long-lasting. Who could ever ask for more? Love without complications galore.
Many shapes and weights to choose from. I will never leave my bedroom. I will never cry at night again. Wrap my arms around her and pretend—

All the other real ones that I destroy cannot hold a candle to my new girl, and I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone, and I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone. I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone. I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone. I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone. I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone.
Not with my coin operated girl.

This bridge was written to make you feel smittener, with my sad picture of boy getting bitterer. Can you extract me from my plastic fantasy?

...

I didn't think so... but I'm still convinceable.
Will you persist even after I bet you all the money in the world that I'll never love you?
And will you persist even after I kiss you goodbye for the last time?
Will you keep on trying to prove it?

I'm dying to lose it. I'm losing my confidence.
I want it. I want it. I want it. I want it. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want a—
coin operated girl.

And if I had a star to wish on for my life I can't imagine. Any flesh and blood could be her match. I can even take her in the bath.

She may not be real experienced with boys but I know she feels like a girl should feel. Isn't that the point?
That is why I want a coin operated girl, with a pretty coin operated voice, saying that she loves me. That she's thinking of me. Straight and to the point.
That is why I want a coin operated girl.


I'm such a fucking moronic idiot.

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