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Through the eyes of a doll
A pretty doll up on a shelf
You pick her up, then put her down
When the bitch doesn't play
You pick her up and have your way
When the skank decides to play
Your treasured doll is thrown away
Hurt, betrayed, and sad
You have the gull to ask why shes mad
Its a simple answer she does recall
For i gave you my heart, my soul, my all
And for what to be treated as your whore
When your nasty, troll once again throws you out the door.
You pick her up, then put her down
When the bitch doesn't play
You pick her up and have your way
When the skank decides to play
Your treasured doll is thrown away
Hurt, betrayed, and sad
You have the gull to ask why shes mad
Its a simple answer she does recall
For i gave you my heart, my soul, my all
And for what to be treated as your whore
When your nasty, troll once again throws you out the door.
Published 6th Apr 2016
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