Mika, the boy who knew too much.
Out next week.
Points of articulation come to life on a brass spring.
Such a wonderful plaything.
It's a cruel cross that I have to bear.
If you come a little close I'm going to pull your 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 mama thought there was something wrong.
Didn't want you sleeping with a boy too long.
It's a serious thing in a grown-up world.
Maybe you'd be better with a Barbie girl.
You knew that I adored you,
but you left me in Georgia.
Toys are not sentimental.
How could I be for rental?
She's the meanest hag that has ever been.
Pulled out my insides with her own safety pin.
I'm the sorest side, 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.
And 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 is so afraid of me.
On a long lost day when you're grey and old.
He'll be there remembering your old toy boy.
When you're old and son's wondering what to be.
Telling the story of a boy like me.
Mika, the boy who knew too much.
Out next week.