Mannequin

She’s a mannequin

I found her in the parking lot
By high-end fashion boutique bins
And ever since
We fell in love, I’ve had the urge
To proffer her a wedding ring
But it’s the strangest thing

If she were made of flesh and bones
And hair and skin and keratin
Oh, is it such a sin?
But plastic eyes, and plastic limbs
And metal joints and fingertips
Oh, she’s a mannequin

She’s a mannequin
She’s a mannequin
She’s a mannequin
She’s a mannequin

How I wish
She would come to life
She would be my wife
But she’s a mannequin
Like a man
Like a normal man
She would take my hand and sing to me
But she’s a mannequin

If she were made of flesh and bones
And hair and skin and keratin
But she’s a mannequin
But plastic eyes, and plastic limbs
And metal joints and fingertips
But she’s a mannequin
She’s a mannequin

How I wish
She would come to life
She would be my light
But she’s a mannequin

She’s a mannequin
She’s a mannequin
She’s a mannequin
She’s a mannequin

How I wish
I would come to life
I would be a wife
But she’s a mannequin

Like a man
Like a normal man
I would see beneath your ugly skin
But she’s a mannequin

And I look into her eyes
Her eyes that never judge
Or forge a brand new path
A path that ends in love
But never laugh again
Or she will deep within
I’m just a normal man
She’s a mannequin