china doll unloved uncared for

I feel like a china doll, left on the highest shelf

no one remembers i'm up there, just another priceless thing to collect the dust.

I'vebeen relpaced with plastic, prettyer nicerdolls, who were made in the U.S.

Sure she glances my way and smiled, but will she take me down?

Will she take me down and play? will we talk? would we have a tea party?

willshe show me how to be real? show me she cares? show me I'm notjust a doll?

She walked over ready, She holds me up till the sound alerts her

Her smile will brighten as he tan hands drop my pail porslin frame

as I crashto the floor i see her smilemore

as my peices get throw to the curb I can't help but look up at the window

she smiles and moves on to her other dolls

as ifi never happend

i can't help but think what if

what if she hadnt droped me

wouldi stille up on the shelf?

would she still smile up at me?

would i be real again?

would i be more then her china doll?

would i be her bestfriend?

i ask and ask

but then agin i'm just a china doll, broken and unloved