Lovesick, lovesick doll, once twisted and broken
never manages to heal it's scars.
You cant cut open the tides
which are keeping it's insides in:
it would be way too cruel, such a brutal act of sin
since the childen like to play
and it's blood is too thin
liquid for them to say
(this ain't a murder - nowhere near it).
Yes, I do play. I do play for today, gladly.
Just pass the dolly and show me it's heart.
It's just a twisted bliss and in this circus, baby,
we all do like to play with our parts.
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