• I've been many things in my lifetime
    A Victorian lady when I was new
    An Egyptian princess as I grew older
    A Spanish dancer in red and blue

    I became whatever suited the season
    My fingers exquisite; hair a shining wreath
    But I despise my sculpted beauty
    For I've got nothing underneath

    And now I'm sitting in your attic
    Elegant limbs all clouded with dust
    My gleaming eyes are deep in the shadows
    These days they're only filled with lust

    I think of the days, every so often
    When you come treading up the stairs
    And dress me up in fancy gowns
    And thread satin ribbons through my hair

    You take me up and we go dancing
    Twirling about the empty attic
    And although I'm rigid and clumsy and stiff
    Your skill makes my failure not so dramatic

    When you take my frigid fingers in yours
    I can pretend that the heat there is mine
    You make me believe, every time we dance
    That I really do have something inside

    And we keep spinning, and I keep smiling
    You know how to bring me alive
    I know it's only with your care
    That I can finally be revived

    But so soon you've left me alone again
    To sit and ponder, leaning up against the wall
    I'm just an impostor with porcelain skin
    I'm far too perfect to be anything at all