Sofia Isella The Doll People
[Verse 1]
The doll people are not men
They are made of ass and glass
Our skin is clay and painted blue
Our head can detach
We are statues with a pulse
We are art you can f..ck
The doll people are quiet
What is there to say
Art does not interpret itself
There are men with a day to save
We are paintings with legs
We are art you can f..ck
[Chorus]
Drink the dolls
Legs spread likе butter
We are wifе, whore, mistress, maid, mother
The beauty and the buyer, take the screaming one because
A woman who doesn't want it is much hotter than the one that does
[Refrain]
Wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother
Wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother
[Verse 2]
The doll people are alive
Or so they say
You can never trust
Never trust the art these days
To be admired takes precedence over admiring
To be desired takes importance over desiring
[Chorus]
Drink the dolls
Legs spread like butter
We are wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother
The beauty and the buyer, take the screaming one because
A woman who doesn't want it is much hotter than the one that does
[Bridge]
Paint popping off us like rockets
Stepped right out of a fantasy, the words still stuck to our pockets
The beauty and the buyer, take the screaming one because
A woman who doesn't want it is much hotter than the one that does
[Outro]
The doll people are gone
They don't know what happened
They looked under our skirts one morning
But all they saw were maggots
They bang their head on wall
The f..cked the art on that afternoon
The dolls are off running and laughing together
Swimming in the milk of the moon
Wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother
Wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother
Wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother
