Pink Noise

Yeah. Check the stitch and pretty face, impeccable design. But if you pull my string, don't be surprised By what you find. They like my porcelain, my perfect plastic smile. Put me on the shelf, just decoration for a While. Wind me up and watch me dance, Your little fantasy. But the battery inside is on a different frequency. You think you've got me figured, a collectible, A gem. Cute and so predictable, A little pressure's them. But this dollhouse got a backdoor, and the key Is in my hand. I'm 'bout to rewrite all The rules you think you understand. You want me quiet, sitting pretty, looking sweet. That's a recipe for boredom and complete. So before you turn away and think you've seen It all. Hear the porcelain crack, crack. Sweet little darling crawling back. I'll tilt my head and bat my lash. Then serve a attitude with sass. Yeah, I'm the drama, I'm the mood in satin And tulle, but never rude. Just dangerously cute-cute with a point of view. What's the grr in the smile? Just me breaking through. My voice box got an upgrade, it's a lethal Melody. Don't need your validation for my own Autonomy. I wear the lace and ribbons with my Combat boots laced tight. A paradox in pastel, gleaming in the light. You gave me a tiny teacup, I'm mixing my Own drink. And I'm not even looking for a Guy to make me think. I'm my own favorite problem, a chaotic work of Art. A masterpiece with a merciless independent Heart. So save the manual, your instructions are Outdated. See, this system auto-updates its own reality. So before you turn away and think you've seen It all. Hear the porcelain crack, crack. Sweet little darling crawling back. I'll tilt my head and bat my lash. Then serve a attitude with sass. Yeah, I'm the drama, I'm the mood in satin And tulle, but never rude. Just dangerously cute-cute with a point of view. What's the grr in the smile? Just me breaking through. A little growl in the gleam, a little edge In the seam. You thought I was for display? A silent pretty dream. I'm the curator, the main event, the glitter and The grit. And honey, this doll's got bite, And I never, ever quit. So What now? Yeah, yeah. You heard it right. Heard it right. Shattering the silence, Breaking into light. Breaking through. Pretty with a pivot, darling, That's my move. That's my, that's my just a Doll you can't approve. And isn't that just Perfectly adorable?