plastic (mid-city island version)

i know what it is to be broken and be bold

tell you that my silver is gold

though we're much too old for make believe

and i know what it's like to behold and not be held

funny how a stomach unfed

seems satisfied 'cause it's swell and swollen

and you caught me

shootin' cross the sky like a star

but nobody told me

to never let it get too far

you see my silhouette

so you're standing scared of me

can i tell you a secret?

my wings are made of plastic

my wings are made of plastic

my wings are made of plastic

my wings are made of plastic

oh

my wings are made of plastic

my wings are made of plastic

my wings are made of plastic

my wings are made of plastic

plastic

my wings are made of plastic

my wings are made of plastic

my wings are made of plastic

oh

my wings

are madeup

and so am i