I am a doll, and I am unloved
I have been seen by the masses again
I offer my body to a fantasy
As a man\'s hands feel my wrath
Come on, let\'s party, let\'s have fun
Do you want me to be a radical change?
For the power of the plastic is here again
A rose that tastes like honey
Is an exception
Look into my doll like eyes
And tell me what you see;
For I am a witch in a plastic world
I am only perfection, can\'t you see?
Behold my legs as long as money
And tell me how they feel,
Do they feel like silk on top of your heart?
Do they feel like they can go on forever?
Can you feel my hands which are cold?
Do you see me through the window?
For I am cold upon your horizon
My body is yours, as long as it\'s plastic
Eat your heart out with a silver rose
And carry me out of the store
Save me from the masses
Before they eat me alive...
Dream a little dream with me
Through plastic conversation
And you can touch my body whenever you want
Call me your superhero
As roses glide to sexual demeanings
Your hands are perfect for my soul
For the plastic soul is vigilance
And so is my heart;
So tell me, old man, what do you feel?
For I am the woman inside the mannequin
Let my breasts be your guide,
For they are as plastic as I
And still as a lightning bolt
Flashing the lights as they roam
My cherry tree has grown.