I'm a wind-up toy in an up-down worldIf you leave me all alone I'll make amends for sureI've a heart of gold in the smallest sizeLeave me in the dark, you'll never hear me cryMore than an illustrationPoints of articulationCome to life on a brass springSuch a wonderful playthingIt's a cruel cross that I have to bearIf you come a little close I'm going to pull your hairMore than just a toy in a patched blue suitOnly in your arms I'm just a boy like youBut your mama thought there was something wrongDidn't want you sleepingWith a boy too longIt's a serious thing in a grown-up worldMaybe you'd be better with a Barbie girlYou knew that I adored yaBut you left me in GeorgiaToys are not sentimentalHow could I be parental?She's the meanest hag that has ever beenPulled out my insides with her own safety pinI'm the sorest side, now I feel like trashClothes are made of rags and they don't even matchSo she dressed me up as the man she lovedAnd threw me in a box when she had had enoughNow the light of day I no longer seeShe stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to beAccidentallyAccidentallyReally tragicVictim of your black magicHad a boy once who loved meNow he's so afraid of meOn a long lost day when you're grey and oldHe'll be there remembering your old toy boyWhen your oldest son's wondering what to beTell him the story of a boy like meYou knew that I adored yaBut you left me in GeorgiaThat I adored yaThat I adored yaI adored yaThat I adored yaSay what you like