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
If you were in my movie I'd have you as the doctor Small black bag And a big black coat I'd have you make a house call To the woman You could lay your
When blood sees blood of it's own It sings to see itself again It sings to hear the voice it's known It sings to recognize the face One body split and
Mother, the doctor knows something is wrong 'Cause my body has strange information He's looked in my eyes and knows I'm not a child But he doesn't dare
You make a really good girl As girls go Still kind of look like a guy I never thought to wonder why If I could pull this off Would I know for certain
If sand waves were sound waves What song would be in the air now? What stinging tune, could split this endless noon And make the sky swell with rain?
