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