My Plastic You — текст песни (The Stryder)

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.