Tripping, I’m tripping on the accoutrements Accoutrements demanded of one in this façade What do I have to do to get your attention? Should I wear my lips a radical hue? Are my heels high enough? Are they stiletto-enough? Could it be that a hair has fallen out of place? Would you look at my face? Would you notice me, please? Would you notice me, please? Alas, the hour is fading… We are all paper dolls Dress me up, pose me now We are paper dolls Dress me up, pose me now Controlled by rhetoric, the brainwashed toys Little girls entice the little boys We are all paper dolls Dress me up, pose me now! Dancing, I gyrate on the dance floor If I shake my booty hard enough, well then you’ll notice me If I can lure you over, I can win you over Next there’ll be a ring, a wedding cake, a sub-prime mortgage Check out my reflection, so much is riding on my perfection Our unborn children will be so very thankful My heels were high enough and were stiletto-enough Alas the hour is fading…. We are all paper dolls Dress me up, pose me now We are paper dolls Dress me up, pose me now If you follow the rules to a T, don’t you know You can join the status quo We are all paper dolls Dress me up, pose me now! “Buy this buy that, this will make you beautiful!” (But only on the outside as it rots you from within) “Buy this buy that, this will make you popular!” (Just ignore the carcinogens that seep in through your skin) “Buy this buy that, try the newest wonder diet!” (The FDA says it’s OK and there’s a name that you can trust) “Eat this, not that, who cares if it’s dangerous?” (The FDA rates it OK and Oprah says that it’s a must) We are all paper dolls Dress me up, pose me now And so we sit and feebly spin In all the costumes you clothe us in And capsized by a gust of wind These fickle paper dolls can’t win. ©2009 eveghost
