Poor dolly, lying on its back The cold rain gently drizzles outside The bags are ready, lunch is packed "But no one's here. Where's my ride? I hope they've got the address right."
Poor dolly, bored and cracked The windows groan with an ancient low Dropped like a mitten, dignity intact Forgotten? Maybe. Never. No!
Look, the drizzle is turning to snow! Pretty Dolly... misty-eyed, mischief-prone, wound up tonight
Pretty dolly, wound up tight So much to do on a November night Her little shoes, bag, and dress None of her friends can ever guess When she'll fly off next
Pretty dolly, dull and drone Looking out the window at a long driveway "I wonder if they lost their way?"
Look, the drizzle is turning to snow! Pretty Dolly... misty-eyed, mischief-prone, wound up tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
