| Baby doll is on her trapeze
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| Wearing the smile that she never sees
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| Thinking of dollar as she tries to tease
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| Time to play Sheba on a wooden stage
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| Taking off the clothes that are grimy with age
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| Rubbing down the skin that is white and cold
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| And the sticking plasters that cover up the holes
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| Stared at by a man that would do her harm
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| Needs to earn the money that will feed his arm
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| He promised you security safe and warm
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| He promised you security safe and warm
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| They’ll never know the hurt that you feel inside
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| The emptiness you try to hide
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| I would melt your eyes that are glassy and cold
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| And as for the future when you grow old
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| Baby doll
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| Baby doll
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| They’ll never know the hurt you feel inside
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| The emptiness you try to hide
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| Take a tiny costume from a pile of clothes
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| Just a touch of glitter and a glow of gold
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| Pick on a failure make his knees go weak
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| Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak
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| He’ll wipe a line of dribble falling from his mouth
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| Make your wages later when you’re back at his house
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| Try to hide the mirror 'cause it’s never kind
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| Kick start the heart that’s so hard to find
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| Try to save the beauty and to draw the line
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| Baby, baby, baby doll
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| Continue your search for a genuine love
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| Continue your search for a genuine love
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| Baby, baby, baby doll |