Jack Hayter - A Dolls House lyrics

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Jack Hayter - A Dolls House lyrics

She's got her head in his lap But her body is in the corner of another room It's not what it seems. What it seems is they're living in a doll's house. Too little room to maneuver They've got to slither and scuttle. Arms through the windows Legs through the doors Brushing your teeth can be murder In a doll's house. You could build them a car Out of tin cans and cardboard Paint a fine road on the wall But it wouldn't tempt them at all They only want to be small In a doll's house. She bites down hard He fights back tears. What with no room for conception. And all of the dreams of Miracles and babies Turn into misery and maybe's It's a doll's house.

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