Prairie Doll
Prairie doll of mine
Whom no one should call theirs
You shrug off all our cares
We're trapped in your freedom
For it's your pretty eyes they'll see
Not the running away
They say that they'll remember you
But do it their own way
The girl they'll speak of then
Will be a barbie doll
And everyone will have one like it
And that will be a joke
They won't remember your feelings
They'll remember beautiful breasts
They'll remember shuddering breaths
They'll remember the way you sang
As they held and stroked your pretty little head
Prairie doll of mine
Whom no one should call theirs
I take mine with me everywhere
I'm trapped in its freedom
It's always hard when you meet up with friends
You haven't seen for ages
You're angry at their constancy
Or you're angry at their changes
The girl who ran away is still alive and well
But she don't conform to that barbie doll figure
No, no,
They won't remember your ups and downs
They'll remember your ins and outs
They'll remember your pretty mouth
They'll remember the way you sang
As they held you to your pretty little bed
Prairie doll of mine
Whom no one should call theirs
I remember if you care
What passes for freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freeeeeedom
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Whom no one should call theirs
You shrug off all our cares
We're trapped in your freedom
For it's your pretty eyes they'll see
Not the running away
They say that they'll remember you
But do it their own way
The girl they'll speak of then
Will be a barbie doll
And everyone will have one like it
And that will be a joke
They won't remember your feelings
They'll remember beautiful breasts
They'll remember shuddering breaths
They'll remember the way you sang
As they held and stroked your pretty little head
Prairie doll of mine
Whom no one should call theirs
I take mine with me everywhere
I'm trapped in its freedom
It's always hard when you meet up with friends
You haven't seen for ages
You're angry at their constancy
Or you're angry at their changes
The girl who ran away is still alive and well
But she don't conform to that barbie doll figure
No, no,
They won't remember your ups and downs
They'll remember your ins and outs
They'll remember your pretty mouth
They'll remember the way you sang
As they held you to your pretty little bed
Prairie doll of mine
Whom no one should call theirs
I remember if you care
What passes for freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freeeeeedom
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Keenan
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