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 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 when you hold me in your arms I'm just a boy like you but your momma thought there was something 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 and 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 grey and old you'll be there remembering your old toy boy when your only son's wondering what to be tell him the story of a boy like me oooooooo oooooooo
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