I know a doll made of brass and electrical wiring
She seems so cold and fixedly haunting
She's got such eyes, eyes that keep calling
Reaching out, reaching out and peering
As though they were clawing their way out of her frame
I know a doll, she's made of brass
The rest of her feels like an electrical touch
Shocking at first, tingly when lost
And she's got such a radiant gaze
It almost makes you feel secure
Best be easy now, easy now, or she'll break off your hands
She's got such features that make her so harsh
And she's got such a fighting gaze
I know a doll
She's made up of brass
But if you asked me, ever so discretely
I'd nod to her way and say
See that girl, see that girl? She's made up of glass. She's so transparent that I can see through her
And she's so bashful that she doesn't let anyone else know what I know
So I go around saying
Hey, see that girl there, she's made up of brass, and if you held her, just quietly held her, you'd never notice if she ever held back

But that is our secret, my little secret
Knowing just how she yearns to hold back her emotions
How she cannot control them
So she just stays there, in your hands, in your grasp till you go on by
And when she's been dropped
You see her get up, oh-so-smoothly
Seemelesly on her own two feet
But I see inside, see inside
That she's still collapsed
But we'll keep on saying that she's made up of brass