Suzanne Vega - As A Child

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

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