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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 |
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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 |
