Porcelain
She's waiting by the phone
You're never calling home
Now she's all alone
Madness enters her tone
She walks down the hall
Noticing it all
She's running with the ball
Face of a porcelain doll
And strangly enough
You're not so tough
But you've got all this stuff
And it make you feel rough
Drink up all the gin
Coz the answer lies within
Covered with blood red sin
Dripping on the porcelian skin
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