I'm pretty sure I came with missing parts
A few screws lost, here and there
And no matter how hard I try to keep my head on straight, it always leans harshly to one side
Too heavy for me to lift back into place on my own

The stitches designed to hold my skin together are mostly busted
And all the cotton I've been stuffed with is pushing through the seams
One of my button eyes hangs by a single string,
My smile was stitched on crooked
and it looks much more like a frown, to me

The yarn used to make my hair was weak and ugly
My head is much too big for my body
And I'm just not right, at all