You've got me sitting on your mantle like a little gla** figurine
Why must you be so mean?
Don't you know I've got better things to do
I'm like a mail order product from a housekeeping magazine
How utterly embarra**ing
Well lady I'm not going to dance that dance
Let the giraffes do it, let the sad clown cry
Your porcelain kisses are not going to turn me shy
No, I'm not your little boy, your rosy-cheeked joy
Though the thought of you makes me sanguine
I'll do anything you want, but I won't be your gla** figurine
Let the giraffes do it, let the sad clown cry
Your porcelain kisses are not going to turn me shy
No, I'm not your little boy, your rosy-cheeked joy
Though the thought of you makes me sanguine
I'll do anything you want, but I won't be your gla** figurine
I'm like a mail-order product from a housekeeping magazine
I'll do anything you want, but I won't be your gla** figurine
No, I won't be your gla** figurine
No, I won't be your gla** figurine