In tribute to all things petite
pretty and sweet
The lonely doll
This verse I offer and greet
In desire to replete
The lonely doll
A portrait painted from truth
But imagined to soothe
The lonely doll
For Beauty, eternal in youth
Loves pity, compassion, and ruth
The lonely doll
I stumbled out of the saloon
An evening last June
The lonely doll
And heard a distant, mournful tune
Under the dyad moon
The lonely doll
My Soul, though with wine I did douse
The song did arouse
The lonely doll
I followed, a drunken louse
Unto a cardboard house
The lonely doll
And through the window to see
A doll before me
The lonely doll
Singing to the mirror was she
Was it a plea
The lonely doll
Her room was all dresses and bows
For a doll needs her clothes
The lonely doll
She leaned in to breathe from a rose
And stood on her tippy-toes
The lonely doll
With a brush made of jade and pearl
She straightened her blonde curl
The lonely doll
I saw the sad eyes of a girl
Under teardrops, aswirl
The lonely doll
She went to her canopied bed
And laid down her head
The lonely doll
She picked up her sheep-doll and said
Something with dread
The lonely doll
Though I was too drunk to make sense
I felt her Essence
The lonely doll
And turned to leave this pretense
For night, black and immense
The lonely doll
I remember that singing doll
And her grievous call
The lonely doll
As a little reminder to us all
The lonely doll
Whose sadness wasn' t so small