Mannequin

She's a mannequin

I found her in the parking lot behind fashion boutique bins

And ever since

We fell in love, I've had the urge to proffer her a wedding ring

But it's the strangest thing

If she were made of flesh and bones, and hair and skin and keratin

Oh, it is such a sin?

Her plastic eyes and plastic lips and metal joints and fingertips

Oh, she's a mannequin

She's a mannequin

She's a mannequin

She's a mannequin

She's a mannequin

How I wish she would come to life

She would be my wife

But she's a mannequin

Like a man, like a normal man

She would take my hand and sing to me

But she's a mannequin

If she were made of flesh and bones, and hair and skin and keratin

But she's a mannequin

Her plastic eyes and plastic lips and metal joints and fingertips

But she's a mannequin

She's a mannequin

How I wish she would come to life

She would be my light

But she's a mannequin

She's a man

She's a man

She's a man

She's a mannequin

How I wish I would come to life

I would be your wife

But she's a mannequin

Like a man, like a normal man

I would see beneath your ugly skin

But she's a mannequin

And I'll look into her eyes

Her eyes and never judge

We'll forge a brand new path

A path that ends in love

We'll never laugh again

Or she would deep within

I'm just a normal man

But she's a mannequin