Put me in the glass cupboard,
make sure you turn the key,
make me forbidden to all.
Forbidden to all, but you.

Pick and choose your visits.
Please, don’t worry about me.
My unmoving eyes light up,
each time that you return.

Pick up my limp body for
without you it doesn’t move.
Untangle my strings, dust me off.
I’m sorry for the mess.

Freuds wink, and self-assurance,
I’m your doll, and your play thing.