Waking Up with Robocop

Whenever I meet a boy, I start asking myself: does he write for me? And I don't know, Mary, I really don't know
I remember 'bout a quarter of a verse
That I wrote inside my head
I'd love to share it but I got here first
And now it's trapped inside my head
I remember it was coloured in green
Filth and rubbish and robotic machines, but
I remember it was innocent as well
I wrote a column for a dirty magazine, it said
"Intimacy is dead"
You're too obsessed with being over-impressed by
Talks and meaningless
Rhymes and ridicules
Public sex versus social skills
Versus god boats, giants
And ghosts to kill and
You're too obsessed with all of that
And if waking up beside me
Feels so bleeding bad
Then waking up with Robocop
Is a lesson to be had
(Thoughts and meaningless
Rhymes and ridicule
Thoughts and meaningless
Rhymes and ridicule
Thoughts and meaningless
Rhymes and ridicule
Thoughts and meaningless
Rhymes and ridicule)
I remember when you said to me
You said...
"I'm a woman, and a woman is obviously different from a man"
Do you remember when you talked to me?
You'd say things like...
"I like to be treated as a lady. Not as a fuddy"
I remember when you criticised me about
Picking a face over Mr. T, but
I remember when you took off
All of your clothes
If waking up beside me
Feels so bleeding bad
Then waking up with Robocop
Is a lesson to be had
She's waking up without me
It breaks my fucking balls
She's waking up with Robocop
I'm not waking up at all