Girl without you I'm nothing,
You're my touch of class, yeah
I'm your sports car baby,
And you give me... Gas!

Girl without you I'm nothing,
You're my touch of class, yeah
Your hands in mine, baby,
Plastic on plastic!

Sure feels fine,
(Ooh plastic on plastic),
(Ooh it sure feels fine!)
(Wut!) (what?)

And baby, you won my heart,
And that means all of me,
'Cause honey this is one doll,
That ain't sold separately.

No, I ain't sold separately.