In tribute to all things petite
Pretty and sweet
The lonely doll
This verse i offer and greet
In desire to replete
The lonely doll
A portrait painted from truth
But imagined to soothe
The lonely doll
For beauty eternal in youth
Loves pity compassion and ruth
The lonely doll
I stumble out of the saloon
An evening last June
The lonely doll
And heard a distant mournful tune under the dyad moon
The lonely doll.
My soul though with wine I did douse
The song did arouse
The lonely doll
I follow a drunk looking lass
Into a cardboard house
The lonely doll
And through the window to see
A doll before me
The lonely doll
Singing to the mirror was she
Was it a plea?
The lonely doll
Her room was full of dresses and bows
For a doll needs her clothes
The lonely doll
She leaned in to breathe from a rose
And stood on tippying toes
The lonely doll.
With a brush made of jade and pearl
She straightened her blond curls
The lonely doll.
I saw the sad eyes of a girl
Under tear drops aswirl
The lonely doll
She went to her canopy bed
And laid down her head
The lonely doll
She picked up her sheep doll and said
Something with dread
The lonely doll.
But I was too drunk to make sense
I felt her essence
The lonely doll
I turned to leave this pretense
For night black and immense
The lonely doll.
I remember that singing doll
And her grievous call
The lonely doll.
And it's a little reminder to the song
Whose sadness wasn't so small
The lonely doll.
