Someone turns the key and the china doll stands on tiptoe Pale and pinkish she, as she pirouettes to the music All that she can see, as her painted head goes spinning Is a circle with no beginning, is a carousel never ending Is a roundabout to nowhere So she never knows if she's happy or brokenhearted Round and round she goes, always back again where she started She will dance for you, any hour you choose She has no choice, she is there to amuse She twists and turns, she will do as you say She can't escape, she can never refuse you Spin the wheel of chance, is there anyone there to save her? Someone turns the key and the china doll must dance Thanks for watching!