(Gene Simmons)
Baby's getting anxious, the hour's getting late
The night is almost over, she can't wait
The things are complicating, my love is in her hands
There's no more waiting, she understands, yeah
The plaster's gettin' harder
And my love is perfection
A token of my love for her collection, her collection
Plaster caster, a grab a hold of me faster
Well if you wanna see my love, just ask her, ask her
And my love is in plaster, and yeah, she's the collector
And she wants me all the time to inject her
Chorus
Oh, the plaster's gettin' harder
And my love is perfection
A token of my love for her collection, her collection
A plaster caster, a grab a hold of me faster
Well if you wanna see my love, just ask her, ask her, Bruce
Repeat Chorus
Plaster caster, a grab a hold of me faster
Well if you wanna see my love, just ask her, ask her
A plaster caster, a grab a hold of me faster
And she calls me by the name of master, master, yeah
Ooh
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