| Well I love that kewpie doll
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| Well I love that kewpie doll
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| Well I love that kewpie doll
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| Yeah I bought her in a show
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| I dressed her up in a cheap red cotton dress
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| But everything was either fished-out or spat-out
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| Fished-out or spat-out
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| Well I love that kewpie doll
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| But I could not make it stick
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| Well I love that kewpie doll
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| But I could not make it stick
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| Only she could save my soul
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| She put her hands inside of me Well I love that kewpie doll
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| Dressed her in a cheap-red-cotton-dress
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| Fished it out now spat it out now
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| Spat it out in front of me Well I love that kewpie doll
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| But I could not make it stick
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| Doll doll doll doll doll doll doll doll
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| I held her in my cheap arms
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| She believed in me, she believed in me Her soul and my arms
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| Well I love that kewpie doll
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| I told her phoney stories
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| Well I love that kewpie doll
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| She believed in me Doll doll doll doll doll doll doll doll
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| Kewpie on a stick
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| I can see her coming even now
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| Kewpie on a stick
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| I can see her walking to me even now
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| Well I love that kewpie doll
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| I can see her walking to me even now
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| Well I love that kewpie doll
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| I can see her walking to me even now
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| Well I love that kewpie doll
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| But I could not make it stick. |
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