When I see you in the hall You turn your head around Do I have to ask for you At the lost and found On the pictures you never seem to look happy Sad taste of mango and strawberry I want my robot, I want my robot You'll never be eight years old anymore I know a wrinkle will make you jump out the window If they were like clothes I would wear other parents to replace yours I want my robot, I want my robot I want my robot, I want my robot You used to follow me you fool Every where I would blow To take you to places I never go like I don't know But one day you got tired of me In the cupboard, you locked yourself up I miss your running around me Searching for your robot