My Plastic You lyrics

how could I be so scared,

feeling like I did?

with my feet touching your feet under your sheets,

I was feeling like a prince,

but you live on the mainland, and I`m stuck on an island,

and the distance makes me sick.

that`s why I dream of being able to touch you

baby. this relationship

is held together by weekends weeks apart

and it`s getting really bad.

my teeth smile so seldom that it`s tempting to grind them

and Long Island makes me mad.



it must be something that you do,3x



‘cus baby I am gripping the telephone.

I am holding my plastic you

as tight as I can.

I am gripping the telephone.

I am holding my plastic you.

I won`t let go.



I hold this telephone

feeling like a kid.

it`s like a microphone,

try whispering secrets into it,

and I am tied to the phone chord

`cus you are on the other end.

this is my millionth phone card.

if I kiss you just pretend that you tasted me.



it must be something that you do.



i`m in your mailbox.

I got a little lonely at home.

so open your mailbox.
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