My Plastic You lyrics
Song information
Artist: The Stryder Album: Masquerade In The Key Of Crime
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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"Masquerade In The Key Of Crime" album track list
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