Rie Sinclair - Dolls Lyrics

Creepy, gum on the phone and nobody home
But, hey - up for an adventure?
Breaking in, is it a deadly sin
Oh, you need a prosthetic hear to play
Go on, go on, get up, I'm your pretty little head trip

I'm burning cigarette stains into my vanity case
Plastered with bourbon and lace, oh, oh
Baby I'm swooning bottle up
Swinging at my heart like papier-mâché
Oh, oh, I kind of like it this way

'03, we amputated our dolls
Melted 'em down and made them stick to the walls
The door ajar and I'm awake
Ringer like a fawn to be hunted for game
Go on, get up, survival of a sad lovely winner

Baby I'm burning cigarette stains into my vanity case
Plastered with bourbon and lace, oh, oh
Baby I'm swooning bottle up
Swinging at my heart like papier-mâché
Oh, oh, I kind of like it this way

Do you think you can love me
Will you take it above me
In my, in my, in my Tiffany blues
Do you think you'll recover
Find a better lover
Oh, oh
Go on, get up, you need a pretty little head trip

Baby I'm burning cigarette stains into my vanity case
Plastered with bourbon and lace, oh, oh
Baby I'm swooning bottle up
Swinging at my heart like papier-mâché
Oh, oh I kind of like it this way

I'm burning cigarette stains into my vanity case
Plastered with bourbon and lace, oh, oh
Baby I'm swooning bottle up
Swinging at my heart like papier-mâché
Oh, oh I kind of like it this way

Swooning
I kind of like it this way
Swinging
Oh, oh
I kind of like it this way
Oh, oh, oh
I kind of like it this way