Solder ironed, emblazoned, and branded
Her name, in my programmed sheen
The batteries of my machine
Encased in the heart of my lean machine
Now and then, a spark in brain
Now and then, my battery on the drain
Now and then, her memory is my mental chain
Now and then, my radio-active heart, blips in pain
Two of us, mean machines, on the run
Two of us, dream-broke, with a sinking sense of fun
Two of us, never bowing to the tide or sun
Two of us, never together, never doing what's to be done
Listen to my radio-active scream
Feel my radio-active skin on cold cream
Touch my radio-active heart, make me dream
Kiss my radio-active heart, take me 'Beam Supreme'
He Machine to She Machine
I am 'a' feeling mean
He Machine to She Machine
I am the meanest machine mankind has ever seen
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