I’m a wind-up toy in an up down world If you leave me all alone, I’ll make a mess for sure I’ve a heart of gold in the smallest size Leave me in the dark, you’ll never hear me cry
More than an illustration Points of articulation Come to life on a brass spring Such a wonderful plaything
It’s a cruel cross that I have to bear If you come a little close I’m going to pull your hair More than just a toy in a patched blue suit Hold me in your arms I’m just a boy like you
But your mama thought there was somethin’ wrong Didn’t want you sleeping with a boy too long It’s a serious thing in a grown-up world Maybe you’d be better with a Barbie girl
You knew that I adored-ya But you left me in Georgia Toys are not sentimental How could I be for rental?
She’s the meanest hag that has ever been Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin I’m the sorest sight, now I feel like trash Clothes are made of rags and they don’t even match
So she dressed me up as the man she loved Threw me in a box when she had had enough Now the light of day I no longer see She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be
Accidentally tragic Victim of her black magic Had a boy once who loved me Now he's so afraid of me
On a long lost day when you're gray and dull You'll be there remembering your old toy boy When your oldest son wonderin' what to be Tell him the story of a boy like meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
