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Well i love that kewpie doll |
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Well i love that kewpie doll |
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Well i love that kewpie doll |
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Yeah i bought her in a show |
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I dressed her up in a cheap red cotton dress |
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But everything was either fished-out or spat-out |
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Fished-out or spat-out |
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Well i love that kewpie doll |
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But i could not make it stick |
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Well i love that kewpie doll |
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But i could not make it stick |
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Only she could save my soul |
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She put her hands inside of me |
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Well i love that kewpie doll |
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Dressed her in a cheap-red-cotton-dress |
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Fished it out now spat it out now |
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Spat it out in front of me |
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Well i love that kewpie doll |
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But i could not make it stick |
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Doll doll doll doll doll doll doll doll |
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I held her in my cheap arms |
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She believed in me, she believed in me |
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Her soul and my arms |
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Well i love that kewpie doll |
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I told her phoney stories |
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Well i love that kewpie doll |
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She believed in me |
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Doll doll doll doll doll doll doll doll |
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Kewpie on a stick |
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I can see her coming even now |
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Kewpie on a stick |
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I can see her walking to me even now |
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Well i love that kewpie doll |
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I can see her walking to me even now |
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Well i love that kewpie doll |
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I can see her walking to me even now |
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Well i love that kewpie doll |
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But i could not make it stick. end. |