in tribute to all things petite pretty and sweet - the lonely doll this verse I offer and greet in desire to replete - the lonely doll
a portrait painted from truth but imagined to soothe - the lonely doll for beauty, eternal in youth loves pity, compassion and ruth - the lonely doll
I stumbled out of the saloon an evening last June - the lonely doll and heard a distant mournful tune under the dyad moon - the lonely doll
my soul, though with wine I did douse the song did arouse - the lonely doll I followed, a drunken louse unto a cardboard house - the lonely doll
and through the window to see a doll before me - the lonely doll singing to the mirror was she- was it a plea? - the lonely doll
her room was all dresses and bows for a doll neeeds her clothes - the lonely doll she leaned in to breathe from a rose and stood on her tippy-toes - the lonely doll
with a brush made of jade and pearl she straightened her blonde curl - the lonely doll I saw the sad eyes of a girl under teardrops, a swirl - the lonely doll
she went to her canopied bed and laid down her head - the lonely doll she picked up her sheep-doll and said something with dread - the lonely doll
though I was too drunk to make sense I felt her essence - the lonely doll and turned to leave this pretense for night, black and immense - the lonely doll
I remember that singing doll and her grievous call - the lonely doll as a little reminder to us all whose sadness wasn't so small - the lonely dollTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
