Quick notes after a nightmare

I want a girl who's curly
Bouncing off the walls
Dragging me around the malls
She'd be the one for me surely

I want a girl made out of wood
Coming along whenever I want
Not inclined to make jokes or taunt
I'd choose her every day if I could

I want a girl with antennae
Listening in on my inner conversation
Always tuned to my private radio station
I'd never need to know what to say