I'm a wind up toy
in an up-down world
if you leave me all alone
I'll make a mess for sure

I've a heart of gold
in the smallest size
leave me in the dark
you never hear me cry

more than an illustration
points of [bad word] to life on a brass spring
such a wonderful plaything

it's a [bad word] cross
that I have to bear
if [bad word] a little close
I'm going to pull your hair

more than just a toy
in a patched blue suit
when you hold me in your arms
I'm just a boy like you

but your momma 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 ya
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 an old safety pin

I'm the sorest sight
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 he's so afraid of me

on a long lost day
when you're grey and old
you'll be there remembering
your old toy boy

when your only son's
wondering what to be
tell him the story of
a boy like me
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