So hold me down and fold me
Make your creases here and there
I'll pick out a pretty dress
And put flowers in my hair
...
There isn't anyone else I would rather lay alone with
Easy and sober in control with
Late at night and silly,3 sheets to the wind with
Feeling safe and known with
...
Paper Doll
So hold me down and fold me
Make your creases here and there
I'll pick out a pretty dress
And put flowers in my hair
Swaying with the wind
In a web of lights and steel
Down at the county fair
Falling in love on the Ferris Wheel
Hold me close against the chill
As we slowly come back down
I don't want this to end
But heavy feet touch sticky ground
You keep looking past me
Say I'm long, and lean and tall
Hold my hands, I feel a little shaky
Just like a paper doll
Maybe you could sketch for me
With your blunt, gray lead
The spot where my heart should be
I need a backbone too; could you please use pen
Please draw tiny blood lines
Connecting head and heart and feet
They can be a little crooked
At the places they all meet
When your work is done
I'm covered but feeling thin
Then I remember
How beautiful things are when they first begin
How we piece each other together
With a drunken artists' hands
Ruin what was fine enough
With foolhardy plans