I fell in love with a doll, boys, to my misfortune,
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For a long time I could not open up to her - I thought I would not find the words.
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I met a girl in a white chintz dress,
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Under the window he was on duty and saw her off from school.
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How I braided miracle bows for this doll,
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How I kissed this doll lips-candy wrappers,
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How I adored the doll, stroked her fingers,
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And so that other boys would not go to her.
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After all, her mother rip her off for a walk, dad is a bitter drunkard,
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If a doll is with you, it will also become famous.
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Well, I loved her - do not stop loving, did not give offense,
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And he persuaded, sentenced.
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Chorus:
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You are not like your mother, (doll)
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You are not like dad, (doll)
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You are all beautiful, good, (doll)
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The dress is white with polka dots.
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Soon your bows will unravel, (doll)
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Wrapper lips will turn pale, (doll)
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And then your fingers will wither,
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Then you will see - all your boys will leave you.
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Pour vodka into a glass, for the love of trouble
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My doll is good for everyone, but she wants a fortified life.
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The last body jacket tore on me,
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And a penny is hard for a hard-working boy.
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When at night I wrote a motive to the guitar,
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I thought to charm her with a song, but did not charm her.
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Lanterns broken in the wind sway,
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Businessmen and bandits meet with that doll.
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How many times then I forgave her everything and gave her flowers,
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I thought to tame the doll with this, but did not tame it.
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I thought to keep my doll, but I didn’t,
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No matter how he persuaded, he did not sentence.
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Chorus:
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You are not like your mother, (doll)
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You are not like dad, (doll)
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You are all beautiful, good, (doll)
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The dress is white with polka dots.
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Soon your bows will unravel, (doll)
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Wrapper lips will turn pale, (doll)
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And then your fingers will wither,
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Then you will see - all your boys will leave you.
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They say that the one who loves does not hide his tears,
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Tell me what the gutta-percha heart is crying about.
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Schaub that there were few risky boys that walked with you,
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We bought all sorts of rags, whiled away the nights with you.
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You are bored alone now, just hint before,
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You had a lot of suitors, only where are they now.
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Why did they throw you, why did they set you up,
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First they played with you - then they left.
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The clothes were new then - now they are washed,
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And your dress hangs at the bottom with holes.
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And how many steps there are - all in one ends the ladder,
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All that's left of you is just this song.
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Chorus:
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You are not like your mother, (doll)
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You are not like dad, (doll)
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You are all beautiful, good, (doll)
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The dress is white with polka dots.
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Soon your bows will unravel, (doll)
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Wrapper lips will turn pale, (doll)
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And then your fingers will wither,
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Then you will see - all your boys will leave you.
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You are not like your mother, (doll)
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You are not like dad, (doll)
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You are all beautiful, good, (doll)
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The dress is white with polka dots.
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Soon your bows will unravel, (doll)
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Wrapper lips will turn pale, (doll)
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And then your fingers will wither,
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Then you will see - all your boys will leave you. |