(Alice Cooper/Jack Ponti/Vic Pepe/Bob Pfeifer)
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Voices come from down the hall
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In my room all painted white
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I have my bat and rubber ball
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I like to sleep with them at night
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But now I'm all smiles
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the good little shots must be winning
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Yes, they crank my dial
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My motor is stalled but my wheels are still spinning
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Daddy won't discuss me
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What a state I must be
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Mommy couldn't stand living with a wind-up toy
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All my friends live on the fllor
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Tiny legs and tiny eyes
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They're free to crawl under the door
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And, and someday soon so will I
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But now I'm all smiles
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These good little shots must be working
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I'm so happy now
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Look, my fingers don't shake and my head isn't jerking
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Daddy won't discuss me
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What a pain I must be
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Mommy couldn't stand having such a wound-up boy
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Doctors want to check me
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Poke me and dissect me
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What do they expect?
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Feelings froma wound-up toy?
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I don't think so
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I7m just a wound-up toy
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I'm just a wind-up toy
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I'm lost in a nightmare
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Shiny white halls
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Drawing rats on the wall
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Solitary confinement
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Chained in a cell
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got my own private hell
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Preacher crucifies me
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Warden wants to fry me
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I was never young
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Never just a little boy
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Daddy won't discuss me
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What a pain I must be
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Mama couldn't stand having such a wound-up boy
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I'm just a wind-up toy
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I'm a wind-up toy
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I'm just a wind-up toy
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I'm just a wind-up toy
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Wind-Up Toy
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| Alice Cooper |
