You cut me up in pieces You try to make me right New hair, new dress, no creases I fold to make me light No silly conversations Red wine and Baudelaire You cover me with kisses, romance But I feel bear These clever words you're speaking They hold no peace of mind And still you go on tweaking, Intent to make me shine But soon you'll turn me over Grow tired of my mistakes You'll see my face reflected In all that you forsake For I'm your paper doll ...
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