She's got a face like an android so how should I know what she is feeling? She's got a face like an android, what emotions is she concealing? She says the heart that beats inside her chest Is just the same as all the rest But she's got a face like an android so how should I know?
She says she's having a good time, but I remain a skeptic She blinks every twelve seconds, her tears are antiseptic Her hair is always perfect, though she never stops to groom Does her pulse even quicken when I enter the room?
She's got a photographic memory; no indiscretion escapes It's like she backs it all up on a succession of tapes But I won't ask questions... I'll let the truth slide Android or not, I'm happy when she's by my side
She never frowns, she never smiles I swear I hear her brain hum when she's accessing her files Is she human? Is she machine? I caught her using my computer without turning on the screen.
