Lyrics: Twelfth Of Never. Things That Were. Bratty Girl.

Poor dolly, lying on its back
The cold rain gently drizzles outside
The bags are ready, lunch is packed
"But no one's here. Where's my ride?
I hope they've got the address right."

Poor dolly, bored and cracked
The windows groan with an ancient low
Dropped like a mitten, dignity intact
Forgotten? Maybe. Never. No!

Look, the drizzle is turning to snow!
Pretty Dolly...
misty-eyed, mischief-prone,
wound up tonight

Pretty dolly, wound up tight
So much to do on a November night
Her little shoes, bag, and dress
None of her friends can ever guess
When she'll fly off next

Pretty dolly, dull and drone
Looking out the window at a long driveway
"I wonder if they lost their way?"

Look, the drizzle is turning to snow!
Pretty Dolly...
misty-eyed, mischief-prone,
wound up tonight