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Birthday Party, The Junkyard Kewpie Doll Well i love that kewpie doll Well i love that kewpie doll Well i love that kewpie doll Yeah i bought her in a show I dressed her up in a cheap red cotton dress But everything was either fished-out or spat-out Fished-out or spat-out Well i love that kewpie doll But i could not make it stick Well i love that kewpie doll But i could not make it stick Only she could save my soul She put her hands inside of me Well i love that kewpie doll Dressed her in a cheap-red-cotton-dress Fished it out now spat it out now Spat it out in front of me Well i love that kewpie doll But i could not make it stick Doll doll doll doll doll doll doll doll I held her in my cheap arms She believed in me, she believed in me Her soul and my arms Well i love that kewpie doll I told her phoney stories Well i love that kewpie doll She believed in me Doll doll doll doll doll doll doll doll Kewpie on a stick I can see her coming even now Kewpie on a stick I can see her walking to me even now Well i love that kewpie doll I can see her walking to me even now Well i love that kewpie doll I can see her walking to me even now Well i love that kewpie doll But i could not make it stick. end. |
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