Toy Boy
I’m a wind-up toy in an up down worldIf you leave me all alone, I’ll make a mess for sureI’ve a heart of gold in the smallest sizeLeave me in the dark, you’ll never hear me cry
More than an illustrationPoints of articulationCome to life on a brass springSuch a wonderful plaything
It’s a cruel cross that I have to bearIf you come a little closer I’m going to pull your hairMore than just a toy in a patched blue suitHold me in your arms, I’m just a boy like you
But your mama thought there was something wrongDidn’t want you sleeping with a boy too longIt’s a serious thing in a grown-up worldMaybe you’d be better with a Barbie girl
You knew that I adored-yaBut you left me in GeorgiaToys are not sentimentalHow could I be for rental?
She’s the meanest hag that has ever beenPulled out my insides with an old safety pinI’m the sorest sight, now I feel like trashClothes are made of rags and they don’t even match
So she dressed me up as the man she lovedThrew me in a box when she had had enoughNow the light of day I no longer seeShe stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be
Accidentally tragicVictim of her black magicHad a boy once who loved meNow he's so afraid of me
On a long lost day when you're gray and dullYou'll be there remembering your old toy boyWhen your oldest son is wondering what to beTell him the story of a boy like me