I'm a wind-up toy in an up down world
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If you leave me all alone, I¡¯ll make a mess for sure
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I¡¯ve a heart of gold in the smallest size
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Leave me in the dark, you¡¯ll never hear me cry
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More than an illustration
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Points of articulation
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Come to life on a brass spring
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Such a wonderful plaything
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It¡¯s a cruel cross that I have to bear
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If you come a little close I¡¯m going to pull your hair
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More than just a toy in a patch-blue suit
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Hold me in your arms I¡¯m just a boy like you
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But your mama thought there was somethin¡¯ wrong
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Didn¡¯t want you sleeping with a boy too long
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It¡¯s a serious thing in a grown-up world
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Maybe you¡¯d be better with a Barbie girl
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You were that I adored-ya
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But you left me in Georgia
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Toys are not sentimental
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How could I be for rental?
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She¡¯s the meanest hag that has ever been
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Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin
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I¡¯m the sorest sight, now I feel like trash
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Clothes are made of rags and they don¡¯t even match
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So she dressed me up as the man she loved
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Then threw me in a box when she had had enough
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Now the light of day I no longer see
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She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be
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Accidentally tragic
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Victim of her black magic
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Had a boy once who loved me
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Now he's so afraid of me
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On a long lost day when you're gray and dull
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You'll be there remembering your old toy boy
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When your oldest son wonderin' what to be
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Tell him the story of a boy like me
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Toy Boy
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| MIKA |
