| I’m a wind-up toy in a up-down world
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| If you leave me all alone I’ll make a mess for sure
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| I’ve a heart of gold in the smallest size
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| Leave me in the dark and never hear me cry
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| More than an illustration
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| Points of articulation
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| Come to life on a brass spring
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| Such a wonderful plaything
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| It’s a cruel cross that I have to bear
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| If you come a little close I’m going to pull your hair
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| More than just a toy in a patched blue suit
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| Hold me in your arms I’m just a boy like you
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| But your momma thought there was something wrong
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| Didn’t want you sleeping with a boy too long
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| It’s a serious thing in a grown-up world
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| Maybe you’d be better with a Barbie girl
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| You knew that I adored you
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| But you left me in Georgia
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| Toys are not sentimental
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| How could I be for rental?
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| She’s the meanest hag that has ever been
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| Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin
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| I’m the sorest sight, now I feel like trash
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| Clothes are made of rags and they don’t even match
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| So she dressed me up as the man she loved
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| And threw me in a box when she had had enough
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| Now the light of day I no longer see
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| She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be
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| Accidentally tragic
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| Victim of her black magic
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| Had a boy once who loved me
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| Now he’s so afraid of me
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| On a long, lost day when you’re gray and old
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| You’ll be there remembering your old toy boy
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| When your oldest son’s wondering what to be
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| Tell him the story of a boy like me
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| Ohohohohohohoh
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| Ohohohohohohoh
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| Ohohohohohohoh |