Automatic Ovulator

My baby don't need food She's always in the mood She's made of silicon D cells up her back You ask me who can she be Shoots through my veins like Vitamin C She is my automatic ovulator Standing next to the refrigerator She is the beautiful emaciator We go walking in the garden The peasants think we're so modern We'll never be forgotten We'll be together forever Do it in all kinds of weather My little plastic treasure Will never die She is my automatic ovulator Gyrating next to the incinerator Her derriere' is like an elevator She may be just a major appliance But my baby sure knows how to dance, dance, dance cutomatic Ovulator cutomatic Ovulator cutomatic Ovulator