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Song Parodies -> "Plastic"

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Gotta say, dunno how to introduce this one, it's a bit...weird.
Wait, something's wrong
Oh no

Ooh, girl, you're shinin', not in a way that I'm likin'
I guess they make you like they used to
I've seen that sheen a thousand times
Ah-ooh, I sound crazy since my wordin' is hazy
But who could blame me? You could hate me
If I dropped the truth like a mic
Don't wanna sound like an asshole
But somethin's up with your skin
It glistens in just the wrong way that tells my brain
You'll go "thunk" if your arm's flicked

Thought this was a trick, but rubbin' my eyes
Hasn't changed the awful thing I spy
Let's not waste time, screw the stupid stallin' tactic (ooh-ooh)
Baby, you are plastic
Yeah, yeah, you're plastic
'Fraid you're made of plastic
Yeah, yeah, 'fraid it's true
Baby, you are plastic

Stop, let me focus, there's an oddity I've noticed
Since my place has huge displays of Figuarts, it's up my aisle
You've been all sealed up, not a single crack
No joints on you, that shouldn't be, true fact
Can still move, it's true, no cover on you
No stretched patches I can find
Some kinda ABS golem
Did you not know about this?
Hell, we've been friends for all our days, no sense is made
That my brain only now clicked

Is it just your skin? I don't know, but I
Shoulda worked this out sooner, no lie
After all this time, honestly, I should've cracked it (ooh-ooh, ha)
Must've been sometime where you ran into me, handshake meet
Back-of-head slap cause I said somethin' mean (yeah)
Just somethin' tactile, can't be now I learned this fact, shit (ooh-ooh)
Baby, you are plastic (hey)
Yeah, yeah, hey
'Fraid you're made of plastic (you're plastic)
Yeah, yeah, hey
Baby, you are plastic

Baby, your plas' is solid and slick
That "never met a girl like you" doesn't really stick
Since we met as babies, now we're both in our twenties
And not once did jerks call you Barbie, trust me (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'd know, I would've decked
Them right in the eye, hang on, let me check
Photos, I've got some (yeah), no, a lot, stacked 'em
Girl, inside 'em, you're not plastic

You're a replacement, my pancakes were spiked (poor pancakes got spiked)
Or the news is wrong, magic is right
My brain's gonna fry (I can hear it fry), thinkin' that I might go batshit (ooh-ooh)
Get to the bottom of this mad mystery (whoo!), you will see (ay)
The real you without that slick Hasbro sheen (mmm-mmm)
I promise I'll find the answer to this true madness (ooh-ooh)
Baby, you are plastic (ooh-whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh, huh)
Yeah, yeah
'Fraid you're made of plastic (ooh-whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh)
Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah-eah
Baby, you are plastic

Told you.

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