Someday I'll be a real girl
And when you pull my strings they'll fall apart in your hands
What will you do with me then?
With no lifeless wooden form to manipulate in your hands
No hollow, hollow eyes
And a will of my own
What use will you have for me
When I am beautiful?
And real
And when I'm a pillar of brilliant light
Will I blind you or draw you near?
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