Sandra in the Box
Music and lyrics by Angel Ortega, 2001
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I live inside a box Well, it's not much of a box but I live inside it anyway They put me here one day during the war saying my body was too damaged to go on by its own So someone thought it will be a good idea to test one of those life keeping devices New technology for old problems And took my mind and dropped my flesh; my name is Sandra and I'm made up of wires They talk to me from a network, from time to time Yes, I'm connected to a network; hundred of men a day are having sex with me using some new technology apparatus It hurts I'm something like a circus freak I don't have a body, but some machine recreates one to every horny bastard with a credit card that wants to fuck me I dream of pulling the plugs but I've no hand to do it If you read this message please spread it
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