Dollhouse Songtext
von Theia

My mother always wanted a girl
To dress up like a doll pigtails & curls
She′d be patient and she'd never talk back
What a shame i made a fucking mess of that!

"Cross ur legs, be chaste of heart
Mind ur manners, play ur part
Read ur bible twice a day
Close ur eyes when u pray"

Uh oh! uh oh! i got mommy issues
Buried inside my dollhouse made of tissues
I have a temper and a bad attitude
Oh God! oh God! i hate my mommy issues!

My father, he just treats me like art
He′s a critic, yeah he picks me apart
It seems i'll never be good enough for him
- I will never be good enough for him!


So i
Cross my legs, i'm chaste of heart
Mind my manners, play my part
I read my bible twice a day
I close my eyes when i pray

Uh oh! i know i got daddy issues
Buried inside my dollhouse made of tissues
I have a temper and this bad attitude
Oh God! oh God! i hate my daddy issues!

Sorry mom! sorry dad!
I know i make u mad
I′m not perfect for ur dollhouse - let me out!
I′m sickly thin, now there's cracks in my porcelain
I want out of this madhouse, save me!

Let me out, let me out of this dollhouse!
I want out, i want out from this madhouse!
Let me out, let me out of this dollhouse!
I want out, i want out from this madhouse!

Uh oh! uh oh! i got mommy issues
Buried inside my dollhouse made of tissues
Uh oh! my temper and this bad attitude
Oh God! oh God! i hate my fucking issues!

"Cross ur legs be chaste of heart"
I want out of this dollhouse