She sits on her shelf in her cardboard slip and cellophane She's looking down on the other toys And watching all their childish games
When she's on her best behaviour She's at war with Mother Nature Hormonal fixes get you nowhere But self-control's an issue when you're near her
What's the matter dear? Is hardwired dogma crawling up your spine? Don't come closer dear Because you might slip and lose your peace of mind.
Your moral equation is simply outdated It doesn't do to come out with it in public Corsets, suspenders and double entendres You're working your way through clichés
Put on a dress but it won't touch the ground Because you've grown, you’ve grown, you’ve grown, You’ve grown so much that the shelf might break If you don't decide, decide, decide which side to come Down with childlike innocence where Mother's word is writ, But your friends say you're an innocent, And besides it's so much fun being seductive.
Emily tries Emily tries Emily tries But she misunderstands.
She sits on her shelf in her cardboard slip and cellophane. She borrows dreams from the other toys Just to convince them she can play.