I'm a wind-up toy in an up-down world. If you leave me all alone I'll make a mess for sure. I've a heart of gold in the smallest size. Leave me in the dark you'll never hear me cry. More than an illustration, points of articulation. Come to life on a brass spring, such a wonderful plaything. It's a cruel cross that I have to bear. If you come a little close I'm going to pull your hair. I'm more than just a toy in a patched blue suit. Hold me in your arms, I'm just a boy like you. But your mama thought there was something wrong. Didn't want you sleeping with a boy too long. It's a serious thing in a grown-up world. Maybe you'd be better with a Barbie girl. If you knew that I adored you, but you left me in Georgia. Toys are not sentimental. How could I be for rental? She's the meanest hag that has ever been. Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin. I'm the sorest sight, now I feel like trash. Clothes are made of rags and they don't even match. So she dressed me up as the man she loved. And threw me in a box when she had had enough. Now the light of day I no longer see. She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be. Accidentally tragic. Victim of your black magic. Had a boy once who loved me. Now he's so afraid of me. On a long lost day when you're grey and old. He'll be there remembering your old toy boy. There when your oldest son's wondering what to be. Telling the story of a boy like me. *