The eyes closed tight with maroon lace
What could you expect from me now?
Demand the warmth from my skin,
The tint of red from my lips,
And walk away...

Sing the song a thousand times
Until the words halt in your head.
My love, the words incinerate
Like paper dolls...
We are but paper dolls.

Blow a kiss and knock me down.
I am but paper anymore.
So fragile, so torn.