In tribute to all things petite,
pretty and sweet
this verse I offer and greet
in desire to replete
A portrait painted from truth
but imagined to soothe
for Beauty, eternal in youth
I stumbled out of the saloon
an evening last June
and heard a distant mournful tune
under the dyad moon
My Soul, though with wine I did douse
the song did arouse
I followed, a drunken louse
unto a cardboard house
And through the window to see
a doll before me
singing to the mirror was she-
was it a plea?
Her room was all dresses and bows
for a doll neeeds her clothes
She leaned in to breathe from a rose
and stood on her tippy-toes
With a brush made of jade and pearl
she straightened her blonde curl
I saw the sad eyes of a girl
under teardrops, aswirl
She went to her canopied bed
and laid down her head
She picked up her sheep-doll and said
something with dread
Though I was too drunk to make sense
I felt her Essence
and turned to leave this pretense
for night, black and immense
I remember that singing doll
and her grievous call
as a little reminder to us all
whose sadness wasn't so small
- 专辑：Wit's End
- 歌手：Cass McCombs
- 歌曲：The Lonely Doll
