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| June bugs entangled In the hair of a toy doll Plastic little darling You never weep when your luck is down You never show concern They beat and broke you They've taken your arm Tucked away under the citrus bush Hidden in the tall grass They left you stripped and abandoned Forgotten in a bed of neglected roses But you don't seem to mind Not even a sound How do I become more like you Plastic little darling Funny little princess You're not even real You're just a doll After all |