Alert. System error. Q.O.T.S.A. on the hi-fi, we were talking via wi-fi. So much Aqua Teen and sci-fi - I was, "Oh, my!" When he said, "I love you, girl," it was four in the morning. It's a simple computation: you take easy conversation, add erotic exploration, adoration... but when he said, "I love you, girl," it should have come with a warning. He said, "I gotta go, go, go, 'cause it hurts to feel. I'm gonna run, run, run like a man of steel." And I could try, try, try to stay in the fight, but when push comes to shove, we are only robots in love. Delete. But when he said, "I love you, girl," it should have come with a warning. He said, "I gotta go, go, go, 'cause it hurts to feel. I'm gonna run, run, run like a man of steel." And I could try, try, try to stay in the fight, but when push comes to shove, we are only robots in love. But when push comes to shove, we were only robots in love. In the afternoons, when we lay like spoons, everything was more than okay. And I saw no sign of your flawed design; I guess I wasn't made that way. So he started to malfunction, and it hit me like a punch: in all our hours of connection and affection, when he said, "I love you, girl," it was only science fiction. Go, go, go, 'cause I need to feel - I'm gonna run, run, run into something real, and I could stay, stay, stay and put up a fight, but when push comes to shove, we were only robots in love. But when push comes to shove, we were only robots in love. Robots in love... we were only robots in love. We were only robots in love.