I Am Such a Pretty Doll

I am such a pretty doll
With large eyes and curly hair,
And a lacey dress.
I am such a pretty doll at the market.
At the front I stand,
To be sold quickly.
It's not my fault,
The vendors don't like me.
I just have a bad history.
Nothing I had done.
I was only there.
When they heard me laughing at night,
I was just thinking of their jokes.
"So creepy."
"Would look better in the trash."
"Or the fireplace."
And I only move to new spots,
So I can see the family better.
It's not my fault.
The ice was so thin,
She knew better than to walk out there.
And for the other, well,
Her mother should have hid the matches.
Then there was the boy who already had scars,
A few more didn't hurt.
And when the mother crashed,
It was because she tried to take me away.
It wasn't my fault.
So when you see me at the market,
And your daughter asks to take me home,
Please keep in mind,
It's not my fault.
I'm just a pretty doll.