Aimee Mann Frankenstein
(i still have this shake in my voice and i'm going to sing you this song) I don't know you from Adam You could make my day If you leave me a message I'll give it away 'Cause the most perfect strangers That you can talk to Are the ones who pretend That you're not really you I want any attempts here to play Frankenstein Come with plenty of chances for changing you mind When you're building your own creation Nothing's better than real Than a real imitation I won't find it fantastic Or think it absurd When the gun in the first act Goes off in the third 'Cause it's rare that you ever know What to expect From a guy made of corpses With bolts in his neck If the creature is limping the parts are in place With a mind of its own and a fist for a face Say hello to your new creation Now it's better than real It's a real imitation You may wonder what the catch is As you batten down the hatches And when later we find That the thing we devised Has the villagers clamouring For its demise We will have to admit The futility of Trying to make something more Of this jerry-built love And you'll notice it bears a resemblance to Everything I imagined I wanted from you But at least its my own creation And it's better than real It's a real imitation