Lay me down gently My mind is disordered Something my prey can sight The bread has gone dryer and the whisky is watered Still I can say that I've tried
To eat my fill, of everything I'm expected to digest To smile at will, but I still steal the cakes Of someone else's Queen of Hearts And that's the way it's been right from the very start
Sing me a sad song and I'll she'd a sad tear Pressing my front and I'll cry I am the outcome of mass production I'm Batman, your bachelor's toy
I'll let you play And do the things that make me want you more Until you're straight And drop me in the cupboard like so many toys before Then I will be the victim and you will be the whore