As a child
You see this doll
You have a doll
Sitting in her chair
Her eyes of glass
You watch her face
Her knees apart
She seems to
In a secretive stare
She seems to
She seems to
Have a life
Dig up a crack
Pick up a stick
Dirt in the street
Becomes a town
All of the people
Depend on you
Not to hurt them
Or bang the stick comes down
And they seem to
They seem to
Have a life
They seem to
As a child
You see yourself
And wonder why
You can't seem to move
Hand on the doorknob
One foot on the sidewalk
Feel like a thing
Too much to prove
And you learn to
You learn to
You learn to
Have a life
As a child
You see this doll
You have a doll
Sitting in her chair
Her eyes of glass
You watch her face
Her knees apart
She seems to
In a secretive stare
She seems to
She seems to
Have a life
Dig up a crack
Pick up a stick
Dirt in the street
Becomes a town
All of the people
Depend on you
Not to hurt them
Or bang the stick comes down
And they seem to
They seem to
Have a life
They seem to
As a child
You see yourself
And wonder why
You can't seem to move
Hand on the doorknob
One foot on the sidewalk
Feel like a thing
Too much to prove
And you learn to
You learn to
You learn to
Have a life