| Song | Black Doll |
| Artist | Siobhan Magnus |
| Album | Black Doll |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sometimes I feel like an unfinished doll | |
| no eyes, no hair, no arms to cross | |
| sometimes I feel like the Alphabet of Misery | |
| A is for Apple that will poison and choke me | |
| But when you draw me | |
| there’s a hole where my heart should be | |
| and I could take my crayons and color it red | |
| and decorate the monster underneath my bed | |
| with flowers and pearls and pretty things | |
| but that’s not me, you know me | |
| that’s not me | |
| I’m the girl that lived in the purple house | |
| tried to sneak in and out quiet as a mouse | |
| sometimes the monsters would sneak out into the driveway | |
| people saw me, and all they saw was strange | |
| But when you draw me | |
| there’s a hole where my heart should be | |
| and I could take my crayons and color it red | |
| and decorate the monster underneath my bed | |
| with flowers and pearls and pretty things | |
| but that’s not me, you know me | |
| and that’s not me | |
| I always feel like the doubtful guest | |
| people whispering wishing I would leave | |
| underneath their breath | |
| But when you draw me | |
| there’s a hole where my heart should be | |
| and I could take my crayons and color it red | |
| and decorate the monster underneath my bed | |
| And when you draw me | |
| there’s a hole where my heart should be | |
| and I could take my crayons and color it red | |
| and decorate the monster underneath my bed | |
| with flowers and pearl and pretty things | |
| but that’s not me, you know me | |
| and that’s not me |
| Sometimes I feel like an unfinished doll | |
| no eyes, no hair, no arms to cross | |
| sometimes I feel like the Alphabet of Misery | |
| A is for Apple that will poison and choke me | |
| But when you draw me | |
| there' s a hole where my heart should be | |
| and I could take my crayons and color it red | |
| and decorate the monster underneath my bed | |
| with flowers and pearls and pretty things | |
| but that' s not me, you know me | |
| that' s not me | |
| I' m the girl that lived in the purple house | |
| tried to sneak in and out quiet as a mouse | |
| sometimes the monsters would sneak out into the driveway | |
| people saw me, and all they saw was strange | |
| But when you draw me | |
| there' s a hole where my heart should be | |
| and I could take my crayons and color it red | |
| and decorate the monster underneath my bed | |
| with flowers and pearls and pretty things | |
| but that' s not me, you know me | |
| and that' s not me | |
| I always feel like the doubtful guest | |
| people whispering wishing I would leave | |
| underneath their breath | |
| But when you draw me | |
| there' s a hole where my heart should be | |
| and I could take my crayons and color it red | |
| and decorate the monster underneath my bed | |
| And when you draw me | |
| there' s a hole where my heart should be | |
| and I could take my crayons and color it red | |
| and decorate the monster underneath my bed | |
| with flowers and pearl and pretty things | |
| but that' s not me, you know me | |
| and that' s not me |
| Sometimes I feel like an unfinished doll | |
| no eyes, no hair, no arms to cross | |
| sometimes I feel like the Alphabet of Misery | |
| A is for Apple that will poison and choke me | |
| But when you draw me | |
| there' s a hole where my heart should be | |
| and I could take my crayons and color it red | |
| and decorate the monster underneath my bed | |
| with flowers and pearls and pretty things | |
| but that' s not me, you know me | |
| that' s not me | |
| I' m the girl that lived in the purple house | |
| tried to sneak in and out quiet as a mouse | |
| sometimes the monsters would sneak out into the driveway | |
| people saw me, and all they saw was strange | |
| But when you draw me | |
| there' s a hole where my heart should be | |
| and I could take my crayons and color it red | |
| and decorate the monster underneath my bed | |
| with flowers and pearls and pretty things | |
| but that' s not me, you know me | |
| and that' s not me | |
| I always feel like the doubtful guest | |
| people whispering wishing I would leave | |
| underneath their breath | |
| But when you draw me | |
| there' s a hole where my heart should be | |
| and I could take my crayons and color it red | |
| and decorate the monster underneath my bed | |
| And when you draw me | |
| there' s a hole where my heart should be | |
| and I could take my crayons and color it red | |
| and decorate the monster underneath my bed | |
| with flowers and pearl and pretty things | |
| but that' s not me, you know me | |
| and that' s not me |