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Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears? |
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Who knows or cares what an imitation is? |
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Only you do |
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You can paint his nails, make him wear high heels |
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Why waste time alterin' the hemline? |
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Or do you? |
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Tear off your own head |
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Tear off your own head |
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It's a doll revolution |
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You can bat your lashes, you can cut your strings |
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You can pull his hair with your movable fingers |
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It looks so real |
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If one won't do it, so collect the set |
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Dress him in pink ribbons, put him in a kitchenette |
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How does this feel? |
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Tear off your own head |
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Tear off your own head |
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It's a doll revolution |
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What's that sound? |
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It will turn you around |
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It's a doll revolution |
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They're takin' over |
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And they're tearin' it down |
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It's a doll revolution |
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You can pull and pinch him 'til he cries and squeals |
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You can twist his body 'til it faces backwards |
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Those plastic features |
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You could make somebody a pretty little wife |
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But don't let anybody tell you how to live your life |
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Broken pieces |
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Tear off your own head |
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Tear off your own head |
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It's a doll revolution |
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Tear off your own head |
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Tear off your own head |
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It's a doll revolution |
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Tear off your own head |
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Revolution |
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Tear off your own head |
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Revolution |
