| Tried to bend your kneecaps and they shattered
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| Tried to move your legs but they bolted your joints together
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| And the more you tried, the more you knew
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| This had been the way they’d built you
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| In the body of a ball-jointed doll
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| You’re so fragile, you can’t move at all
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| But I just want to touch you
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| And I promise I won’t break you
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| If you would be my doll just for a day
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| Then I would put you back into, back into your case
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| Pieced your limbs together with chalkware skin
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| Painted the cupid’s bow above your lips
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| You’re so beautiful but so delicate
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| The porcelain cracks up your back and neck
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| In the body of a ball-jointed doll
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| You’re so fragile, you can’t move at all
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| But I just want to touch you
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| And I promise I won’t break you
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| If you would be my doll just for a day
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| Then I would put you back into, back into your case |