Dress me up in these pretty bows
Tie a ribbon in my hair
let me spin upon my music box
entertain you, pamper your ego
let me make you feel like a man
I am here to serve you
let me live in that box
you placed me in
these 4 walls to hem me
shape me into the girl
you want me to be (who you want me to be, to be, to be)
I’m locked here in this place
unable to break out
tied by your desire
chained to your embrace
I’m just your doll
your plaything
wind up my pretty music box
let me twirl for you
label me with your words
pin me down dress me up
I’m your little mannequin
Each time I reach for you
I’m held at arms length
Never let me close enough
To fill this expanse
Justify my existence
Tell me what I need to hear
keep me tied to your strings
I’m a puppet for you
You push back on my edges
mould me to fit your need (to fit your need, your need, your need)
I’m locked here in this place
unable to break out
tied by your desire
chained to your embrace
I’m just your doll
your plaything
wind up my pretty music box
let me twirl for you
label me with your words
pin me down dress me up
I’m your little mannequin
Is this what it feels like to be used?
Is this what it feels like to only be good for what I do?
If I stop will I have no worth to you?
If I stop, will you stop
will you disappear?
I’m just your doll
your plaything
wind up my pretty music box
let me twirl for you
label me with your words
pin me down dress me up
I’m your little mannequin
Is this what it feels like to be used?
Is this what it feels like to only be good for what I do?
If I stop will I have no worth to you?
Because I’m your mannequin
dress me up in these pretty bows
Tie a ribbon in my hair
Your little mannequin
manniquin
manniquin
your little mannequin
Is this what it feels like to be used?
Is this what it feels like to only be good for what I do?
If I stop will I have no worth to you?
Because I’m your mannequin
dress me up in these pretty bows
Tie a ribbon in my hair
Your little mannequin
manniquin
manniquin
your little mannequin