Slapping you, I felt something I hadn't felt before
Or maybe you are just the type of bot I can't ignore
Somewhere in the depth of the seas,
beneath my skin
between my knees
I came to know the truth: I am robosexual.
It's possible you're rigid and I optimize for flow
I might have to lubricate to make the machine go
You make my fans fail
I always feel I'm overheating
I've got to update on the truth: I am robosexual.
Mothers that I've known have told me not to stray
to wait because someday I'd fall in love the human way
but that's not true
I never do.
If I'm in love then what are you?
I finally understand: I am robosexual.