The artist was busy painting
Pretty pouting lips on a paper doll,
Casting pleasing shadows
on the wall
She is but a paper doll
It won’t talk, or even walk,
Why then do you believe,
She will dance for you?
Time is but a paper doll
Where there is no time at all
With swirling white hands
Chasing their mates
Visions softly floating
Neath the flickering candle
Catches her silhouette
Pretty pouting lips on a paper doll
Casting pleasing shadows
on the wall.
Fin
The artist was busy painting
Pretty pouting lips on a paper doll,
Casting pleasing shadows on the wall
She is but a paper doll
It won’t talk, or even walk,
Why then do you believe,
She will dance for you?
Time is but a paper doll
Where there is no time at all
With swirling white hands
Chasing their mates
Visions softly floating
Neath the flickering candle
Catches her silhouette
Pretty pouting lips on a paper doll
Casting pleasing shadows on the wall
Fin
Pretty pouting lips on a paper doll,
Casting pleasing shadows on the wall
She is but a paper doll
It won’t talk, or even walk,
Why then do you believe,
She will dance for you?
Time is but a paper doll
Where there is no time at all
With swirling white hands
Chasing their mates
Visions softly floating
Neath the flickering candle
Catches her silhouette
Pretty pouting lips on a paper doll
Casting pleasing shadows on the wall
Fin
photo credits tumblr
