Jack Hayter — A Doll's House lyrics

Lyrics

She’s got her head in his lap
But her body is in the corner of another room
It’s not what it seems
What it seems is they’re living in a doll’s house
Too little room to maneuver
They’ve got to slither and scuttle
Arms through the windows
Legs through the doors
Brushing your teeth can be murder
In a doll’s house
You could build them a car
Out of tin cans and cardboard
Paint a fine road on the wall
But it wouldn’t tempt them at all
They only want to be small
In a doll’s house
She bites down hard
He fights back tears
What with no room for conception
And all of the dreams of
Miracles and babies
Turn into misery and maybe’s
It’s a doll’s house