Baby Doll

When I was young, chic Baby Dolls were fun to dress and talk to. To hope and dream with Baby Doll; those wishes would come true too. What fun I had with Baby Doll; when she and I made just two. That Baby Doll had clothes galore; and never did she have one chore. She even had a car to drive; and the house we shared was so divine. “When I grow up”, she made me wish “I’d really like to be one”. My dream came true and I ‘m that doll I always longed to be; But to those of you who think of dolls as mere objects of amusement; You flirt, and say, “Hey Baby Doll”; then smile real big; Your wide eyes filled with glee; I cannot help it, if you think a toy is what you see; So what I’ve learned to say real fast is, “don’t even think about playing with me”.