| Song | Toy Boy (Orchestra Version) |
| Artist | Mika |
| Album | No Place In Heaven (Special Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:14.85] | I’m a wind-up toy in an up down world |
| [00:19.87] | If you leave me all alone, I’ll make a mess for sure |
| [00:24.68] | I’ve a heart of gold in a smallest size |
| [00:30.19] | Leave me in the dark, you’ll never hear me cry |
| [00:36.75] | More than an illustration |
| [00:41.06] | Points of articulation |
| [00:45.02] | I come to life on a brass spring |
| [00:49.43] | I‘m such a wonderful plaything |
| [00:54.24] | It’s a cruel cross that I have to bear |
| [00:59.06] | If you come a little closer I’m going to pull your hair |
| [01:02.78] | More than just a toy in a patch-blue suit |
| [01:07.59] | Hold me in your arms I’m just a boy like you |
| [01:11.69] | But your mama thought there was something wrong |
| [01:16.52] | Didn’t want you sleeping with a boy too long |
| [01:20.25] | It’s a serious thing in a grown-up world |
| [01:25.94] | Maybe you’d be better with a Barbie girl |
| [01:31.65] | You knew that I had adored ya |
| [01:35.69] | But you left me in Georgia |
| [01:40.01] | Toys are not sentimental |
| [01:44.48] | How could I be for rental? |
| [01:49.84] | She’s the meanest hag that has ever been |
| [01:55.06] | Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin |
| [01:59.25] | I’m the sorest sight, now I feel like trash |
| [02:04.76] | Clothes are made of rags and they don’t even match |
| [02:09.42] | So she dressed me up as the man she loved |
| [02:14.57] | Then threw me in a box when she had had enough |
| [02:18.56] | Now the light of day I no longer see |
| [02:26.12] | She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be |
| [02:32.42] | Accidentally tragic |
| [02:36.98] | Victim of her black magic |
| [02:41.45] | I had a boy once who loved me |
| [02:47.00] | Now he’s so afraid of me |
| [02:52.09] | On a long lost day when you’re grey and old |
| [02:58.74] | Would you be there remembering your old toy boy? |
| [03:03.94] | When your own son's wondering what to be |
| [03:13.00] | Tell him the story of a boy like me |
| [00:14.85] | I' m a windup toy in an up down world |
| [00:19.87] | If you leave me all alone, I' ll make a mess for sure |
| [00:24.68] | I' ve a heart of gold in a smallest size |
| [00:30.19] | Leave me in the dark, you' ll never hear me cry |
| [00:36.75] | More than an illustration |
| [00:41.06] | Points of articulation |
| [00:45.02] | I come to life on a brass spring |
| [00:49.43] | I' m such a wonderful plaything |
| [00:54.24] | It' s a cruel cross that I have to bear |
| [00:59.06] | If you come a little closer I' m going to pull your hair |
| [01:02.78] | More than just a toy in a patchblue suit |
| [01:07.59] | Hold me in your arms I' m just a boy like you |
| [01:11.69] | But your mama thought there was something wrong |
| [01:16.52] | Didn' t want you sleeping with a boy too long |
| [01:20.25] | It' s a serious thing in a grownup world |
| [01:25.94] | Maybe you' d be better with a Barbie girl |
| [01:31.65] | You knew that I had adored ya |
| [01:35.69] | But you left me in Georgia |
| [01:40.01] | Toys are not sentimental |
| [01:44.48] | How could I be for rental? |
| [01:49.84] | She' s the meanest hag that has ever been |
| [01:55.06] | Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin |
| [01:59.25] | I' m the sorest sight, now I feel like trash |
| [02:04.76] | Clothes are made of rags and they don' t even match |
| [02:09.42] | So she dressed me up as the man she loved |
| [02:14.57] | Then threw me in a box when she had had enough |
| [02:18.56] | Now the light of day I no longer see |
| [02:26.12] | She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be |
| [02:32.42] | Accidentally tragic |
| [02:36.98] | Victim of her black magic |
| [02:41.45] | I had a boy once who loved me |
| [02:47.00] | Now he' s so afraid of me |
| [02:52.09] | On a long lost day when you' re grey and old |
| [02:58.74] | Would you be there remembering your old toy boy? |
| [03:03.94] | When your own son' s wondering what to be |
| [03:13.00] | Tell him the story of a boy like me |
| [00:14.85] | I' m a windup toy in an up down world |
| [00:19.87] | If you leave me all alone, I' ll make a mess for sure |
| [00:24.68] | I' ve a heart of gold in a smallest size |
| [00:30.19] | Leave me in the dark, you' ll never hear me cry |
| [00:36.75] | More than an illustration |
| [00:41.06] | Points of articulation |
| [00:45.02] | I come to life on a brass spring |
| [00:49.43] | I' m such a wonderful plaything |
| [00:54.24] | It' s a cruel cross that I have to bear |
| [00:59.06] | If you come a little closer I' m going to pull your hair |
| [01:02.78] | More than just a toy in a patchblue suit |
| [01:07.59] | Hold me in your arms I' m just a boy like you |
| [01:11.69] | But your mama thought there was something wrong |
| [01:16.52] | Didn' t want you sleeping with a boy too long |
| [01:20.25] | It' s a serious thing in a grownup world |
| [01:25.94] | Maybe you' d be better with a Barbie girl |
| [01:31.65] | You knew that I had adored ya |
| [01:35.69] | But you left me in Georgia |
| [01:40.01] | Toys are not sentimental |
| [01:44.48] | How could I be for rental? |
| [01:49.84] | She' s the meanest hag that has ever been |
| [01:55.06] | Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin |
| [01:59.25] | I' m the sorest sight, now I feel like trash |
| [02:04.76] | Clothes are made of rags and they don' t even match |
| [02:09.42] | So she dressed me up as the man she loved |
| [02:14.57] | Then threw me in a box when she had had enough |
| [02:18.56] | Now the light of day I no longer see |
| [02:26.12] | She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be |
| [02:32.42] | Accidentally tragic |
| [02:36.98] | Victim of her black magic |
| [02:41.45] | I had a boy once who loved me |
| [02:47.00] | Now he' s so afraid of me |
| [02:52.09] | On a long lost day when you' re grey and old |
| [02:58.74] | Would you be there remembering your old toy boy? |
| [03:03.94] | When your own son' s wondering what to be |
| [03:13.00] | Tell him the story of a boy like me |