Mika - Toy Boy
I’m a wind-up toy in an up down world
If you leave me all alone, I’ll make a mess for sure
I’ve a heart of gold in the smallest size
Leave me in the dark, you’ll never hear me cry
More than an illustration
Points of articulation
Come to life on a brass spring
Such a wonderful plaything
It’s a cruel cross that I have to bear
If you come a little close I’m going to pull your hair
More than just a toy in a patched blue suit
Hold me in your arms I’m just a boy like you
But your mama thought there was somethin’ wrong
Didn’t want you sleeping with a boy too long
It’s a serious thing in a grown-up world
Maybe you’d be better with a Barbie girl 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
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
On a long lost day when you're gray and dull
You'll be there remembering your old toy boy
When your oldest son wonderin' what to be
Tell him the story of a boy like me
If you leave me all alone, I’ll make a mess for sure
I’ve a heart of gold in the smallest size
Leave me in the dark, you’ll never hear me cry
More than an illustration
Points of articulation
Come to life on a brass spring
Such a wonderful plaything
It’s a cruel cross that I have to bear
If you come a little close I’m going to pull your hair
More than just a toy in a patched blue suit
Hold me in your arms I’m just a boy like you
But your mama thought there was somethin’ wrong
Didn’t want you sleeping with a boy too long
It’s a serious thing in a grown-up world
Maybe you’d be better with a Barbie girl 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
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
On a long lost day when you're gray and dull
You'll be there remembering your old toy boy
When your oldest son wonderin' what to be
Tell him the story of a boy like me
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