Little ceramic Dolly
Fragile and petite
Little hands and fingers
And little Dolly feet
Little ceramic Dolly
How I loved her so
Though she had a secret
Only little dollies could know
She got up when I was sleeping
And walked around the house
Creeping into every room
As silent as a mouse
Her life had no meaning
She was just some painted glass
She got a knife from the kitchen
And laughed her silent laugh
She walked into my bedroom
With the knife in hand
Rose it up and plunged it deep
And Dolly turned to sand
Poor little Dolly
Ended her Dolly life
I found her in the morning
And cried when I saw the knife
Bye Bye little Dolly
You meant a lot to me
Now your in your Dolly land
Where only Dollies can be
