Porcelain Doll

Kate Klim

Sometimes the children play too hard

They tear my dress, they break my arm

But I, I do not complain

You know my smile is a painted line

I get passed along from friend to friend

They change my clothes to match the trends

But I, I do not complain

As long as I get held sometimes

Maybe I’d rather be tattered and torn than put back on the shelf again

Maybe I’d rather be battered and burned a thousand times in your childish games

Baby you call me your porcelain doll, and I feel like I’m your oldest friend

Yeah you love me when you’re ready, when you’re ready to play

You think ‘cause my eyes are made of glass

That they don’t see when they get passed

Or left out on the lawn when the storms roll in

You can say that you don’t need me now

You’ve just had me too long to throw me out

But when the bumps in the night get loud

Then I’m yours again

Maybe I’d rather be tattered and torn than put back on the shelf again

Maybe I’d rather be battered and burned a thousand times in your childish games

Baby you call me your porcelain doll, and I feel like I’m your oldest friend

Yeah you love me when you’re ready,

Oh you love me when you’re ready,

Yeah you love me when you’re ready,

When you’re ready to play


	Porcelain Doll Kate Klim ©2011 Sometimes the children play too hard They tear my dress, they break my arm But I, I do not complain You know my smile is a painted line I get passed along from friend to friend They change my clothes to match the trends But I, I do not complain As long as I get held sometimes Maybe I’d rather be tattered and torn than put back on the shelf again Maybe I’d rather be battered and burned a thousand times in your childish games Baby you call me your porcelain doll, and I feel like I’m your oldest friend Yeah you love me when you’re ready, when you’re ready to play You think ‘cause my eyes are made of glass That they don’t see when they get passed Or left out on the lawn when the storms roll in You can say that you don’t need me now You’ve just had me too long to throw me out But when the bumps in the night get loud Then I’m yours again Maybe I’d rather be tattered and torn than put back on the shelf again Maybe I’d rather be battered and burned a thousand times in your childish games Baby you call me your porcelain doll, and I feel like I’m your oldest friend Yeah you love me when you’re ready, Oh you love me when you’re ready, Yeah you love me when you’re ready, When you’re ready to play