How do my plans fit in with yours
You're such a doll and I'm a boy
Where did my parents go
I'm not in Italy
They like vacation homes much more than they love me
You're made of plastic I'm just blood
When I was born you were produced
Half of my heart is in your chest
I'm not a mama's boy I'd go see Italy
I'd go see Tuscany
If you could come with me
