Tom: G
Intro: E
Riff:
Verse 1:
Em
Her neon mouth with the blinkers-off smile,
nothing but an electric sign.
You could say she has an individual style,
she's part of a colorful time.
Chorus 1:
Am
Secrecy of lady,
D Em
chrome covered clothes you wear
D
'cause you have no other,
Am D
but I suppose no-one knows
B
you're my plastic fantastic lover.
E
Verse 2:
E
Her rattlin' cough never shuts off,
is nothin' but a used machine.
Her aluminum finish, slightly diminished,
is the best I ever have seen.
Chorus 2:
Am
Cosmetic baby
D
plugged into me
Em D
and never ever, ever find another.
Am
And now I realise,
D
that no-one's wise to my
B
plastic fantastic lover.
Verse 3:
The electrical dust
is starting to rust
her trapezoid thermometer taste.
All the red tape is mechanical rape
of the TV program waste.
Chorus 3:
Am
Data control
D
and IBM,
Em D
science is mankind's brother,
Am
but all I see
D
is draining me on my
B
plastic fantastic lover.
Outro:
E
Idioma
Português
