Mister Plastic, false fantastic,
never really gives you what you want.
Makes you follow and leaves you hollow,
just another broken debutante.
Let him lead you, let him feed you,
eat his lie and drift away.
You think you run it, you think you've won it,
but its Mister Plastic's game to play.
There he goes again,
Mister Plastic in the dark.
You can't lock your doors and windows,
he's already in your heart.
Here I am, Mister Plastic in the flesh.
I like them young, I like them fresh.
Crawl down this hole and leave your soul,
Now you belong to me.
I am Mister Plastic, lovely Mister Plastic.
I own the weakness in you,
I'm that one thing you just can't kick.
~J.A.D
