Roll up! Roll up! Take a look at what I’ve got!
Cast your eyes over my perfect stock,
No better form exists in thought,
Tell me, ain’t she fucking hot.
Even dismantled, isn’t she fine,
Just looking at those eyes will blow your mind,
Her accent alone makes hips grind:
Pick and choose from your lego bride.
Use your gaze to strip her down,
Her clothes are but a false crown;
Your smile will soon over-ride her frown –
And while you’re waiting turn her round.
Roll up, Roll up, and look at them all!
Take this one’s hands, this one’s legs and create your doll,
Cut off her feet so that you stand tall,
She was born on her knees – she was born to crawl.