| She’s my little dolly, she does as I ask
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| Waiting for my word, whilst the hours pass
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| I make my Dolly move, I nudge her into line
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| Pushing her along, she gives me all her time
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| I command and order, to my beck and call
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| I decide just how high and then I let her fall
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| But my Dolly wants something I can’t give her
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| She wants life, she wants to feel
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| Suffer and bleed, laugh and cry
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| If I give her life she’ll have to die.
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| Suffer and bleed, laugh and cry
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| If I give her life she’ll have to die.
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| So I muv my Dolly, give her my commands
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| Gently force her existence, she’s Putty in my hands
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| Emotions that she can’t feel and never understand
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| Gently force her existence, she’s Putty in my hands
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| Suffer and bleed, laugh and cry
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| If I give her life she’ll have to die.
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| Suffer and bleed, laugh and cry
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| If I give her life she’ll have to die |