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.