With perfect skin graceful and young
Wrapped in the fashions of the day
With a desire you don't even try to hide
While I am watching from your side
As you let them draw your eyes
I know your frozen heart is free
You know you have your hooks in me
Standing proudly in the windows on display
Cool and refined dressed to the nines
The mannequins all watch you turn their way
They soon realize that you're blind
In the store windows I see you're satisfied
But you don't see a thing inside
As the reflection of your pose
The doll's dead eyes all seem to hide
Into the cold and gaping holes
