She Funks Like a Fembot

[couchgrouch]

She Funks Like a FembotTwo-steppin's like pilates, so my baby's bodygits a workout at Joe's saloonshe's light n graceful, moves sweet n tastefulwhen we're swingin' to AJ tunesbut if someone plays some hip-hopit don't matter she's in tip-top shapeshe just can't git loose, her mechanical movesstumble at a flip-flop paceshe funks like a fembotstiff as the tinman in the rainif you're gona do it, it's gotta be fluidor it looks like you're in painbut she'll jerk it all nightlike her circuit's all friedjust two Michelobs, beer signs become strobeskinda drunk and she funksshe funks like a fembotshe thinks it's no biggie, if she gets jiggybut the jig is up when she gets downthe dance floor is barren, the crowd is stunned n starin'askin' for a doctor in the housethough you'd think she'd be tiredwhen we get home she's still wired tightjacked on gin n juice, she's got the movesall her systems fire rightshe funks like a fembotmystery dances like a sex machinebuilt sleek n sturdy, her program's durtybut her motor's cleanshe'll work it all nighttill her circuit's all friedone mo' Michelob, candles become strobeskinda drunk and she funksshe funks like a fembotshe's a knockout and other guys like to flirtbut I scare 'em off with no one gettin' hurtI play some rap and when she hits the floorthose guys don't come around no moreshe funks like a fembotshe funks like a fembottwo brews, a gin n tonic and she turns bionicshe phunks like a phembot(c)2006 Robert George