Plastic Girl

Do you hear me plastic girl?
With your tanned skin and dyed blonde pony tail
Arms so straight, can't even bend
Every man is your friend
I see you on the tube, street and subway
I see you pass me everyday
Do you notice me staring at you?
Oh plastic girl if you only knew
Firm breasts that stick out sore thumbs
And an bum like two hot cross buns
Plastic girl do you exist
Plastic girl you seemed real when we kissed.

* this poems title came about when i was talking to my lovely and delightful freind and Estonian Goddess, 'Annika'. Without doubt one of the most amazing people i have ever met online, i am so honured to have her as my freind. Well one night i was talking, and i asked her to name any title, and i will put a poem to it. So she did, and here it is. Love you! Eastern European hotness!!

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