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