She looked so easy 'cause she looked so young.
With a geisha smile - made in Taiwan.
She got cherry bombs inside her eyes -
and the luck of the Irish on her side.
Don't let her tell you that she loves your mind.
She's got her price, she can turn on a dime.
Those crocodile tears ain't tears of pain.
Look a little closer, that's acid rain.
And I don't know why li'l frigerator you're so cold.
Go li'l 'frigerator go. Get away from my soul.
Oh, li'l 'frigerator you're so cold.
She's calculated with the kiss of death.
Got a digital mind and expensive breath.
She's an empty shell, you're a piece of meat.
Just another statistic on her readout sheet.