DOLL CHILD
I guess you’re still upset about Sunday,
was it something I didn’t say?
I never claimed that I was a poet,
I never had to anyway.
As playful as an alley cat,
she climbs into my bed.
I closed my eyes and dreamed of you,
c’mon, you know that I did.
I close my eyes,
I reach for my pen, I sit very still,
I write for you a romantic song to make up for wrong.
I guess you won’t
be coming ‘round Mondays
like you used to do,
when I would dress you up like a doll child
and cover you in glue.
As obvious as an elephant in short skirt
and pink fuzzy shoes.
She tries to pretend she’s innocent,
but we know what she wanted to do.
She closed her eyes,
she kicked off her shoes,
she pulled down the shades
I swear to god she reminds me of you
Like
Elvis is to heart attacks
or black blind men are to blues,
she is to nymphomania and also
she reminds me of you...
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth