You know Vicky that I love you
  You are programmed what to do
  Is it wrong to feel this way
  I could tell you what to say
    But late in the evening
  when it's starting to get dark
  her light sensors
  defect to make a spark
  to set her ablaze
  with passions and desires
  She's lost control
  Only love can quench her fire
    She's fantastic made of plastic
  Microchips here and there
  She's a small wonder
  Love and laughter everywhere
    But once again
  when the sun is going down
  She becomes a menace,
  a terror of the town
  Her appetite for lust
  No man could ever know
  She's not human, no Vicky
  no Vicky no!