Watch out little girl for there is a doll
Who sings a sweet song like the pied piper's call
He builds himself up with paper and wood
And takes all the girl who look sweet and good
But worry not, for there's just one thing
To get you, my sweet, he has to give you the ring
But the ring is gone, and the doll is no more
Destroyed by a demon, the evil is done for.
Now he just waits, and sighs in despair
Invisible, for without orders, he is not really there.