Sally's made of paper and string,
She's a perfect, patchwork plaything
I stick my knife into her sometimes, just to hear her scream
And it might look like she's hurting
But I know it just means she loves me
Cause sometimes, through her tears,
I can see her smile
Snip, snip, snip, shiny black scissors,
Glinting so bright on her milk white neck
Slitting my lips with papercut kisses,
Wrenching my heart as I cut through her flesh
And every time that I look into her eyes,
I can't resist, kiss her face, grab a fistfull of paradise
And I'll break and break till all that's pretty fades away
She's a colorless reflection of me
When I look at her all that I can see,
Is something so much better,
Is something so much better than me
She's a paper white confection, two dimensional perfection
She's as pure as I could never be
She's a thing of aching beauty
She's a perfect audience of one, smiles even as she comes undone
Pretty, pretty paper dolly, wanna cut into her body