A paper pack of sugar
A plastic spoon and knife
A paper cup a paper plate
A different boy each night
I'm getting tired of a paper and a plastic world
One that's not a lasting world
That's how I feel

I'm looking for a silver and a crystal world
Not an artificial world
But one that's real
Shiny plastic flowers
Electronic steeple chimes
Seem to be becoming the symbols of our times

I'm looking for a simple sandy suntan world
Not a handy sunlamp world
But one that is true
(I'm searching for)
The kind and honest joy that I'll find in a boy like you