...You knew that I adored ya
But you left me in Georgia
Toys are not sentimental;
How could I be for rental?

She's the meanest hag
That has ever been
Pulled out my insides
With an old safety pin

I'm the sorest sight
Now I feel like trash
Clothes are made of rags
And they don't even match

So she dressed me up
As the man she loved
And threw me in a box
When she had had enough

Now the light of day
I no longer see
She stuck her voodoo pins
Where my eyes used to be

Accidentally tragic
Victim of her black magic
Had a boy once who loved me
Now he's so afraid of me

[VERSE 4:]
On a long lost day
When you're grey and old
You'll be there remembering
Your old toy boy

When your only son's
Wondering what to be
Tell him the story of
A boy like me

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Look! I drew something to a MIKA song!
Text's shit cause Windows XP's rubbish and won't let me install fonts.