Toy Boy

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 and the smartest styles smallest size Leave me in the dark, you'll never hear me cry More than an illustration Points of articulation Come to life on a brass spring Such a wonderful plaything It's a cruel blue cross that I have to bear Come a little close I'm going to pull your hair More than just a toy in a patch-blue suit Hold me in your arms I'm just a boy like you But your mama thought there was somethin? 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 were 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 Then 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 How?d a boy who?d so loved you Now be so afraid of you?