Pouring, jaded night, you spot shade in me
I wonder what you\'re looking at, there\'s nothing to see--
here--it\'s all moody and dark and bleak--
you scratch and cut and claw, try to make me feel
--pain, grimace--my body is hollow, it doesn\'t bleed.
You\'re skin and bones and veins and beats,
I am made of tears and retributions and promises men couldn\'t keep
So feel free to drag me around like a rag doll you found in a heap.
Put paint on me, make me pretty,
call me your lovely, skinny or curvy
I\'m whatever you want me to be.
Shiny ribbons in my hair and glass sandals on my feet,
I\'ll waltz all night in glee--
--on the strings that you upkeep.