| Long time ago, when Dolly was seven
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| Young Sally Hudson has driven her here
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| Summer has came to the streets of uptown
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| Little Dolly was pretty and clear
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| «Sweetie, I’m getting too old for the moppets
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| Find someone else to play with», Sally said
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| She left the doll in a store of her dad
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| But it wasn’t a shop for nymphets
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| «WHAT DO I DO IN THIS HORRIBLE HALL?
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| LITTLE GIRLS WHO MIGHT NEED ME DON’T COME HERE AT ALL!
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| RADIANT EYES AND A SMILE ON MY FACE
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| NO ONE NEEDS THEM IN THIS SILLY PLACE!»
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| Sleeping at night on a glass-case of dildos
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| Watching some horrible clips on TV
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| Losing the hope Dolly falls in despair
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| 'Cause it’s not that she wanted to see
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| Pink furry handcuffs and orange pillboxes
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| Strange rubber stuff and some violet creams
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| Day after day people buy all these things
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| Forcing Dolly to bury her dreams
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| «WHAT DO I DO IN THIS HORRIBLE HALL?
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| LITTLE GIRLS WHO MIGHT NEED ME DON’T COME HERE AT ALL!
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| RADIANT EYES AND A SMILE ON MY FACE…
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| WHAT THE HELL DOES A SMILE ON MY FACE?!
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| (LET HER OUT…)
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| OH, PLEASE LET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE!»
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| «Such an odious room! |
| What a sinkhole!
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| Never thought I could hate it so much!
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| Twenty one years in latex inferno
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| Twenty one years without a touch
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| Sally, I loved you! |
| And what?!
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| You left me down here to rot!»
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| Deep in the night Mr. Hudson was roused
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| Hearing a tinkle of glass in the hall
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| Silence was broken with sounds of sirens
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| Someone has stolen the doll
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| Someone has stolen the doll
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| «God damn that stupid doll» |