Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears?
Who knows or cares what imitation is?
Only you do

You can paint his nails
Make him wear high heels
Why waste time altering the hemline?
Or do you?

Tear of your own head
Tear of your own head
It's a doll revolution

You can bat your lashes
You can cut your strings
Pull out his hair with your moveable fingers
It looks so real

But one won't do, so collect the set
Dress him in pink ribbons
Put him in a kitchenette
How does this feel?

Tear of your own head
Tear of your own head
It's a doll revolution

What's that sound?
It'll turn you around
It's a doll revolution
They're taking over
And they're tearing it down
It's a doll revolution

You can pull and pinch him
'Til he cries and squeals
You can twist his body
'Til it faces backwards
Plastic features

Could make somebody a pretty little wife
But don't let anybody tell you
How to live your life
Broken pieces

Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution

Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution

What's that sound?
It'll turn you around
It's a doll revolution
They're taking over
And they're tearing it down
It's a doll revolution
It's a doll revolution
Revolution (revolution)
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head (revolution)
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head