As a child
You have a doll
You see this doll

Sitting in her chair

You watch her face

Her knees apart
Her eyes of glass
In a secretive stare


She seems to [X3]
Have a life


Pick up a stick
Dig up a crack

Dirt in the street
Becomes a town


All of the people
Depend on you
Not to hurt them

Or bang the stick comes down

And they seem to

They seem to [X2]
Have a life


As a child
You see yourself
And wonder why

You can't seem to move

Hand on the doorknob

Feel like a thing
One foot on the sidewalk
Too much to prove


And you learn to
You learn to [X2]

Have a life