Karaoké The Doll People SOFIA ISELLA

The doll people are not men

They are made of ass and glass

Our skin is clay and painted blue

Our head can detach

We are statues with a pulse

We are art you can fuck

The doll people are quiet

What is there to say

Art does not interpret itself

There are men with a day to save

We are paintings with legs

We are art you can fuck

D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D

D-D-D-D-D-Drink the dolls

Legs spread like butter

We are wife

Whore

Mistress, maid, mother

Oh the beauty and the buyer take the screaming one because a woman who doesn't want it is much hotter than one that does

Wife, whore

Mistress, maid, mother

Ah ah ah ah wife, whore

Mistress, maid, mother

The doll people are alive or so they say

You can never trust

Never trust the art these days

To be admired takes precedence over admiring

To be desired takes importance over desiring

Drink the dolls

Legs spread like butter

We are wife

Whore

Mistress, maid, mother

The beauty and the buyer take the screaming one because a woman who doesn't want it is much hotter than one that does

Paint popping off of us like rockets

Stepped right out of a

Fantasy the words still stuck to our pockets

The beauty and the buyer take the screaming one because a woman who doesn't want it is much hotter than one that does

Ah ah eh eh eh eh

Eh eh eh eh

Eh eh eh eh

Ah

The doll people are gone

They don't know what happened

They looked under our skirts one morning but all they saw were maggots

They bang their head on the wall

They fucked the art on that afternoon

The dolls are off running and laughing together swimming in the milk of the moon

Wife, whore

Mistress, maid, mother

Wife, whore

Mistress, maid, mother

Wife, whore

Mistress, maid, mother

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah