Verse 1: Em The doll people are not men Em They are made of ass and glass G Our skin is clay and painted blue G Our head can detach Em We are statues with a pulse Em We are art you can fuck Verse 2:
Em The doll people are quiet Em What is there to say? G Art does not interpret itself G There are men with a day to save Em We are paintings with legs Em We are art you can fuck Chorus: Em Drink the dolls G7 Legs spread like butter F#7 F#7 We are wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother Em G7 The beauty and the buyer, take the screaming one because F#7 Bm7 Em A woman who doesn't want it is much hotter than one that does