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She's my little dolly, she does as I ask |
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Waiting for my word, whilst the hours pass |
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I make my Dolly move, I nudge her into line |
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Pushing her along, she gives me all her time |
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I command and order, to my beck and call |
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I decide just how high and then I let her fall |
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But my Dolly wants something I can't give her |
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She wants life, she wants to feel |
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Suffer and bleed, laugh and cry |
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If I give her life she'll have to die. |
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Suffer and bleed, laugh and cry |
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If I give her life she'll have to die. |
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So I muv my Dolly, give her my commands |
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Gently force her existence, she's Putty in my hands |
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Emotions that she can't feel and never understand |
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Gently force her existence, she's Putty in my hands |
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Suffer and bleed, laugh and cry |
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If I give her life she'll have to die. |
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Suffer and bleed, laugh and cry |
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If I give her life she'll have to die |