Mika

I’m a wind up toy
in an up-down world
if you leave me all alone
ill make a mess for sure
I’ve a heart of gold
in the smallest size
leave me in the dark
you never hear me cry
PRECHORUS 1:
more than an illustration
points of articulation
come to life on a brass spring
such a wonderful plaything
VERSE 2:
its a cruel cross
that I have to bear
if you come a little close
I’m going to pull your hair
more than just a toy
in a patched blue suit
when you hold me in your arms
I’m just a boy like you
but your momma thought
there was something wrong
didn’t want you sleeping
with a boy too long
its a serious thing
in a grown-up world
maybe you’d be better
with a Barbie girl
PRECHORUS 2
you knew that
I adored ya
but you left me in georgia
toys are not sentimental;