There's a little porcelain doll
Sitting on a shelf
Watching everyone go by
She's just pretty enough
To glance at
And just interesting enough
To hold for a minute
In her hand,
She holds a little glass heart
It's been broken
And there's a tiny chip
On her shoulder
With time, her price tag will show
Her diminishing worth
Her looking glass eyes will stop
Reflecting the light
And her painted-on smile
Will fade