Twelfth Of Never - Bratty Girl lyrics

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Poor dolly, lying on its back

The cold rain gently drizzles outside

The bags are ready, lunch is packed

"But no one's here. Where's my ride?

I hope they've got the address right."

Poor dolly, bored and cracked

The windows groan with an ancient low

Dropped like a mitten, dignity intact

Forgotten? Maybe. Never. No!

Look, the drizzle is turning to snow!

Pretty Dolly...

misty-eyed, mischief-prone,

wound up tonight

Pretty dolly, wound up tight

So much to do on a November night

Her little shoes, bag, and dress

None of her friends can ever guess

When she'll fly off next

Pretty dolly, dull and drone

Looking out the window at a long driveway

"I wonder if they lost their way?"

Look, the drizzle is turning to snow!

Pretty Dolly...

misty-eyed, mischief-prone,

wound up tonight