shun, shun, shun .

dolls + guns .

play with dolls .
star as a gun .
play with guns .
star as a doll .

you’re a doll with voice .
you’re a gun without a bullet .
you’re a doll by choice .
you’re a gun without a bullet .
you’re not something to rejoice .

+

you’re basking out in the bloody sun ,
with no such darkness to cover you ;
you’re too much of a coward to run -
so you stare, wondering what to do .

you walk - back straight, head held high ;
you think - they all think you’re so fly ;
you look - perfect skin, and perfect hair ;
cause it’s the only truth you can bear .

those big round glossy eyes clearly not looking ,
at what ease we can break your pretty bones .
still, you got them guys wondering what’s cooking ,
before you collapse from two thrown stones .

+

gimme a doll, gimme a gun .
lemme shoot this baby in the sun .
and you tell me it wasn’t fun .

;[signed]