Being your doll Is like dirt being swept along the hall It's exhausting Bones have turned into mere joints As you control my movements You blame it on me and point Pull on the strings Move my parts Remember what the rings Are made for; Art
Bendable Any position you'd like and you got it You want me on the table? You got it! Want me on the shelf? You got it! Want me to pose like an elf? You got it! Want to place me on your lap? You got it! You want to abuse me? Do it Those pretty patterns won't show up on me They won't harm me
βSit there and look prettyβ is something I couldn't do because of you Requests out of your mouth, going in the kitchen and making a sandwich for you
I can't eat I can't even talk I can't control myself I've set myself up for my own demise You're my owner Forever