An old man's at the department store    But he's not shopping today    Stroking mannequins with wrinkled hands    He clumsily masturbates       Stealing plastic arms and legs    So he won't hurt real women    Fulfills his need by painting seed    On half-dressed mannequins       The old man hugs the plastic ladies    Until their wigs fall off    He licks their painted heads and wonders    If their silence is enough       Gluing clothes to plastic skin    The lonely man needs something more    Semen in the discount bin    Security chase him through the store       Mannequin    He comes to you again    With penis in hand    Mannequin       The old man weeps in the women's section    His favorite dummy's gone    She was 5'9" with shapely legs    And assembled in Taiwan       He searches in the dumpster    And finds a sea of limbs    He dives into the plastic pile    They finally embrace him