True love's kiss will break her spell she's got all the features,
she's the best they sell.
Her skin's synthetic but you can't tell.

I'm gonna bring to life my lovely Raquel.
I breathed life in her to make her whole
but the link that's missing is the living soul.

Pygmalion breathed life and now so can she.
the love is not plastic between Raquel and me.
Wish upon a star.

All men will crawl.
To get a piece of her.
My living doll.

I tell her my troubles she always seems surprised.
From my catalogue lady she tells me no lies.
But she has a dead stare when I'm between her thighs and I swear that one time I saw a tear in her eye.

Though she never protests to the things I do her cold silence like a knife cuts through.
When we make love I feel her twitch and swell but only true love's kiss will break her spell.
Well we did it every which way in the pursuit of my !@($ but soon I grew suspicious of my lady of silent virtue:

how did she know exactly how to please me? Who had taught her all these disgusting acts?
Well my suspicions reached a climax when coming home after a long, hard day I found her not in her box but laying across the bed with a glazed and ambivalent look on her face.
I screamed at her demanding to know what the hell she had been up to but she said nothing of her transgression and just stared blankly up at the ceiling.

I screamed "TELL ME".
There was a time when she was all mine but I could tell that that was no longer the case and in our coital embrace I plunged a pencil through her chest and as the air leaked out of her body I help her deflating and dying and through my sad, strange veil of tears I though I saw her mouth the words "I hate you".