DOLL
If I, stay in bed,
head hidden, until it’s monday
Just want, get the world,
my guilty and wait for the next day
If I engrave the shame on my skin
does my eyes still deceive me ?
If I change the colour under my skin
does the skinny Doll still fix me ?
Don’t speak about us, laught about what the life take you from
You’re just an hungry plastic Doll
When I’m stuck in bed, I heard you speaking out loud
of what is locked in you, poor doll.
If I engrave the shame on my skin
does my eyes still deceive me ?
If I change the colour under my skin
does the skinny Doll still fix me ?
Writer/s: Philippe DE KEPPER, Vanessa LAURIOLA
