If ya’ll could talk
We could have a ball
But ya’ll stare
Unblinking
Same stitched smile
Same stuffed bodies
Can’t consume
Can’t walk
You must be controlled
Guess I like to dictate
Cause I speak for you
I move you from the room to the kitchen
I move you from the room to the passenger’s seat
I laugh for you
Cry for you
Guess I wouldn’t have it no other way
Cause if you were real
I wouldn’t have that control
I wouldn’t make you friendly
Cause if you had a mind of your own
We would disagree
Naw
I love you just the way you are

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