As dolls go I am broken
And you could just let that get us off the hook
But from under the umbrella of the unspoken
I see you giving me that lookBaby, you're right as rain about the benefits
But you might be wrong about the costs
And it feeds my heart that you came looking for me
But I'm thinking I need to stay lostSo I won't say, "I saw you fibbing
Or jump-jigging across the floor"
I won't say, "You walked me to my car
And draped your arm on my open door"I know my mind is made of matter
But I need to know exactly
What is the matter at it's core?
Yes, because my heart is just a muscle
Oh yes its simply put, it's soreSo, so never mind about the benefits
And never mind about the costs
That don't change the basic premises
In which I am surely lostSo, I won't say, "I saw you fibbing
Or jump-jigging across the floor"
I won't say, "You walked me to my car
Draped your arm on my open door"