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Baby Doll
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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
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Baby Doll
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