You turn me on you pump electric thro my body i am just a shell of flesh since guilt robbed me of my emotion you can paint my lips and you can fix my hair up darling and i will answer to the name you give me tintalulah
(chous) i wanna b yr doll i wanna b sweet sweet baby i wanna be your doll be your automater masterbater
well you can stich my wounds my knees are torn from years of kneeing and now i have no feelings i can give myself to you dear well love is hard to give but love is easy to take thinkers make bad lovers you better put your iq up 4 sale
(chours) x2
well baby sitch my wounds and you can fix my hair up darling well i have been waiting for this moment all of my life