I'm a wind up toy
In an up-down world
if you leave me all alone
I'll make a mess for sure
I've a heart of gold
in the smallest size
leave me in the dark and never hear me cry
more than an illustration
points of articulation
come to life on a brass spring
such a wonderful plaything
its a cruel cross that I have to bear
if you come a little close
I'm going to pull you hair
more than just a toy in a patched blue suit
hold me in your arms
I'm just a boy like you
But your momma thought there was something wrong
didn't want you sleeping with a boy too long
its a serious thing in a grown up world
maybe you'd be better with a barbie girl
you knew that I adored ya
but you left me in Georgia
toys are not sentimental
how could I be for rental?
shes the meanest hag that has ever been
pulled out my insides with an old safety pen
I'm the sorest sight, now I feel like trash
clothes are made of rags
and they don't even match
so she dressed me up as the man she loved,
threw me in a box when she had had enough,
now the light of day I no longer see,
she stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be
accidentally tragic
victim of her black magic
had a boy once who loved me,
now hes so afraid of me.
on a long lost day when you're gray and old
you'll be there remembering your own toy boy
when your oldest sons wondering what to be,
tell him the story of a boy like me
oooh
oooh
oooh
oooh
oh.
'Maybe you'd be better with a Barbie girl'...great comment on the hypocrisies of what's expected of us young males. (If that's what you meant!) Anyway I love you a lot Mika!