Head up, chin lifted
Come, little doll
Mommy wants to play
You must be perfect
A mess
You look horrid, so mommy dresses you up
You hate dresses
Mommy tells you to behave
Then acts for you
She makes you this way
There is no escape
Your are beckoned to silence
Sitting quietly
Forced to wait
Forced to be mommy's perfect doll
Mommy's friends watch
Mommy moves you
Mommy acts for you
She controls you
There is no escape
