As A Child

You Have A Doll

You See This Doll

Sitting In Her Chair



You Watch Her Face

Her Knees Apart

Her Eyes Of Glass

In A Secretive Stare



She Seems To

She Seems To

She Seems To

Have A Life



Pick Up A Stick

Dig Up A Crack

Dirt In The Street

Becomes A Town



All Of The People

Depend On You

Not To Hurt Them

Or Bang The Stick Comes Down



And They Seem To

They Seem To

They Seem To

Have A Life



As A Child

You See Yourself

And Wonder Why

You Can't Seem To Move



Hand On The Doorknob

Feel Like A Thing

One Foot On The Sidewalk

Too Much To Prove



And You Learn To

You Learn To

You Learn To

Have A Life