Disclaimer: Baz made her, raccoon eyes and all.
Fix me up with a needle in hand,
Draw the lines on my face that I never could stand.
Tie silken bows into my precious curls,
Off she goes where she twirls and twirls.
Silly little shoes with ribbons and lace,
Steps on the floor that you could never trace,
With ruffles of scarlet and ivory swirls,
Off she goes where she twirls and twirls.
"Fuck this. Innocence, you say?"