Mannequins

Alone here, it's cold and grey With endless nights of acid rain Warm embrace, wet kiss Take a picture and remanence Look at me, do you like when I plea? I'm your mannequin, rub cold lotion on my skin It won't mean anything, after you've clipped off my wings Cause you'll feed me, in my cage Pretty, Lady Money, Crazy When you watch me, I feel so pretty Liberation from exploitation, I'm nothing but your object Today I felt a little stockholm I'm empowered by your gaze Pretty, Lady Money, Crazy You sold your soul