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Pretty Toy


You have beauty like the urge to lie

You've never had a thought

But I can't blame you we all know

Your ignorance was taught

Faceless doll dancing still

Just again pursued

Dress it up it's made for sex

Your voice made to be used

 

I never met a toy like you

Except other ones in a million

Processed down the factory line

Never needed penicillin

There are no flaws no time for fun

Mommy made you perfect

Don't waste your time you have a life

There's a man to choose it

 

You are my pretty toy

You are my only joy

Stay here never leave me

Go and be my play mate

 

And I've never tried on a dress

That's made for perfect girls

Primping priming toward their doom

Tucked up with all their curls

I'll never take the pretty pill

I never get attention

As for rape there's not a chance

It's the girls not worth a mention

Your skirts too short

 

You have beauty like the urge to lie

You've never had a thought

But I can't blame you we all know

Your ignorance was taught

Faceless doll dancing still

Just again pursued

Dress it up it's made for sex

Your voice made to be used

 

It's from magazines

Comes from your head it seems

Blame men for their control

We're the ones heads in a hole

Allow abuse from sex and lies

You can't look in my eyes

Whenever you say to me

How do I look

Like a poster child of overuse

 

You are my pretty toy

You are my only joy

Will you be my slave

Bend down and misbehave

 

 

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