She's got good manners

She shivers like a leaf

She drinks some water

She talks about a lot of things

She's got some friends

Which have some friends as well

She sleeps with doors locked

(To) avoid the things waiting outside

She's got no mirror

She's got contracted eyes

Her biggest wish is a heart

To fake real life

She's got some drugs

She's got some awesome pills

She lost her self–esteem

But nevermind robots don't feel nothing

She's such a goddess

Useful in every way

She stops to drown

When fire's all around

Nevermind the panic

You will get used to it

It's just another bleak place

Forget what you did

She thinks she's pregnant

Which makes her feel alright

And her pony-tail

Will make a good trophy tonight

Chorus ...

Spit at me

You don't need a reason

It's just in case - you never know What comes next

Spit at me

You don't need a reason

Spit in my face