[Verse] Lead it outside in the sun When I called, it would not come Paint its face up nicely Tie its hair up in a curl Paint its lipstick bright red Wipe the drool up gently [Chorus] Not like all the others Just one of life's winners Made of something better [Verse 2] So throw the ball up into space Hold the phone up to its face Lead it outside in the rain Then tie it up and pat its head Never speak of it again