Текст: Mika. The Boy Who Knew Too Much. Toy Boy.

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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
More than just a toy in a patch-blue suit
Hold me in your arms I?m just a boy like you

But your mama thought there was somethin? 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

You knew that I adored-ya
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
Then 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 her black magic
Had a boy once who loved me
Now he's so afraid of me

On a long lost day when you're gray and dull
You'll be there remembering your old toy boy
When your oldest son wonderin' what to be
Tell him the story of a boy like me



(Thanks to filackneo97 for these lyrics)