Ca** McCombs - The Lonely Doll lyrics

In tribute to all things petite, pretty and sweet, this verse I offer and greet in desire to replete A portrait painted from truth but imagined to soothe for Beauty, eternal in youth loves pity, compa**ion, and ruth I stumbled out of the saloon an evening last June and heard a distant, mournful tune under the dyad moon My Soul, though with wine I did douse the song did arouse I followed, a drunken louse unto a cardboard house And through the window to see a doll before me singing to the mirror was she- Was it a plea? Her room was all dresses and bows for a doll needs her clothes She leaned in to breathe from a rose and stood on her tippy-toes With a brush made of jade and pearl she straightened her blonde curl I saw the sad eyes of a girl under teardrops, aswirl She went to her canopied bed and laid down her head She picked up her sheep-doll and said something with dread Though I was too drunk to make sense I felt her Essence and turned to leave this pretense for night, black and immense I remember that singing doll and her grievous call as a little reminder to us all whose sadness wasn't so small