I’m a wind-up toy in an up down worldIf you leave me all alone, I’ll make a mess for sureI’ve a heart of gold in the smallest sizeLeave me in the dark, you’ll never hear me cryMore than an illustrationPoints of articulationCome to life on a brass springSuch a wonderful playthingIt’s a cruel cross that I have to bearIf you come a little close I’m going to pull your hairMore than just a toy in a patch-blue suitHold me in your arms I’m just a boy like youBut your mama thought there was somethin’ wrongDidn’t want you sleeping with a boy too longIt’s a serious thing in a grown-up worldMaybe you’d be better with a Barbie girlYou were that I adored-yaBut you left me in GeorgiaToys are not sentimentalHow could I be for rental?She’s the meanest hag that has ever beenPulled out my insides with an old safety pinI’m the sorest sight, now I feel like trashClothes are made of rags and they don’t even matchSo she dressed me up as the man she lovedThen threw me in a box when she had had enoughNow the light of day I no longer seeShe stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to beAccidentally tragicVictim of her black magicHad a boy once who loved meNow he's so afraid of meOn a long lost day when you're gray and dullYou'll be there remembering your old toy boyWhen your oldest son wonderin' what to beTell him the story of a boy like me
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