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I’m a wind-up toy in an up down world |
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If you leave me all alone, I’ll make a mess for sure |
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I’ve a heart of gold in a smallest size |
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Leave me in the dark, you’ll never hear me cry |
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More than an illustration |
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Points of articulation |
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I come to life on a brass spring |
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I‘m such a wonderful plaything |
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It’s a cruel cross that I have to bear |
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If you come a little closer I’m going to pull your hair |
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More than just a toy in a patch-blue suit |
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Hold me in your arms I’m just a boy like you |
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But your mama thought there was something wrong |
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Didn’t want you sleeping with a boy too long |
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It’s a serious thing in a grown-up world |
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Maybe you’d be better with a Barbie girl |
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You knew that I had adored ya |
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But you left me in Georgia |
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Toys are not sentimental |
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How could I be for rental? |
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She’s the meanest hag that has ever been |
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Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin |
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I’m the sorest sight, now I feel like trash |
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Clothes are made of rags and they don’t even match |
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So she dressed me up as the man she loved |
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Then threw me in a box when she had had enough |
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Now the light of day I no longer see |
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She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be |
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Accidentally tragic |
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Victim of her black magic |
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I had a boy once who loved me |
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Now he’s so afraid of me |
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On a long lost day when you’re grey and old |
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Would you be there remembering your old toy boy? |
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When your own son's wondering what to be |
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Tell him the story of a boy like me |
