You stride through the world with mechanical grace
Ev'ry one can see the steel in your eyes not a hair out of place
but I have seen what no-one else can
when it comes to love
you're a computer-controlled automaton
Micro processor man
Ev'ry action calculated to an infinite degree
Precision made
Guaranteed one hundred percent error free
Fully integrated
not a single attitude out of line
Finger tip reaction
Sheer perfection of movement evry time.
Total control
As detached as a thing unseen
As distant and uncaring as a machine
Microprocessor man
You've a micro processor for your heart
Robert Hugill