Christ Vs. Warhol - Paper Dolls | Текст песни

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Tripping, I'm tripping on the accoutrements
Accoutrements demanded of one in this façade
What do I have to do to get your attention?
Should I wear my lips a radical hue?
Are my heels high enough? Are they stiletto-enough?
Could it be that a hair has fallen out of place?
Would you look at my face? Would you notice me, please? Would you notice me, please?
Alas, the hour is fading…

We are all paper dolls
Dress me up, pose me now
We are paper dolls
Dress me up, pose me now

Controlled by rhetoric, the brainwashed toys
Little girls entice the little boys
We are all paper dolls
Dress me up, pose me now!

Dancing, I gyrate on the dance floor
If I shake my booty hard enough, well then you'll notice me
If I can lure you over, I can win you over
Next there'll be a ring, a wedding cake, a sub-prime mortgage
Check out my reflection, so much is riding on my perfection
Our unborn children will be so very thankful
My heels were high enough and were stiletto-enough
Alas the hour is fading….

We are all paper dolls
Dress me up, pose me now
We are paper dolls
Dress me up, pose me now
If you follow the rules to a T, don't you know
You can join the status quo
We are all paper dolls
Dress me up, pose me now!

"Buy this buy that, this will make you beautiful!"
(But only on the outside as it rots you from within)
"Buy this buy that, this will make you popular!"
(Just ignore the carcinogens that seep in through your skin)
"Buy this buy that, try the newest wonder diet!"
(The FDA says it's OK and there's a name that you can trust)
"Eat this, not that, who cares if it's dangerous?"
(The FDA rates it OK and Oprah says that it's a must)

We are all paper dolls
Dress me up, pose me now
We are all paper dolls
Dress me up, pose me now

And so we sit and feebly spin
In all the costumes you clothe us in
And capsized by a gust of wind
These fickle paper dolls can't win.

And so we sit and feebly spin
In all the costumes you clothe us in
And capsized by a gust of wind
These fickle paper dolls can't win.

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