Dollhouse

My mother always wanted a girl
To dress up like a doll pigtails and curls
She'd be patient and she'd never talk back
What a shame I made a fucking mess of that

Cross your legs, be chaste of heart
Mind your manners, play your part
Read your bible twice a day
Close your eyes when you pray

Uh oh, uh oh, I got mommy issues
Buried inside my dollhouse made of tissues
I have a temper and a bad attitude
Oh God, oh God, I hate my mommy issues

My father, he just treats me like art
He's a critic, yeah, he picks me apart
It seems I'll never be good enough for him
I will never be good enough for him!

So I cross my legs, I'm chaste of heart
Mind my manners, play my part
I read my bible twice a day
I close my eyes when I pray

Uh oh, I know I got daddy issues
Buried inside my dollhouse made of tissues
I have a temper and this bad attitude
Oh God, oh God, I hate my daddy issues

Sorry Mom, sorry Dad, I know I make you mad
I'm not perfect for your dollhouse, let me out
I'm sickly thin, now there's cracks in my porcelain
I want out of this madhouse, save me

Let me out, let me out of this dollhouse
I want out, I want out from this madhouse
Let me out let me out of this dollhouse
I want out, I want out from this madhouse

Uh oh, I know I got mommy issues
Buried inside by dollhouse made of tissues
Uh oh, my temper and this bad attitude
Oh God, oh God, I hate my fucking issues

Cross your legs be chaste of heart
I want out of this dollhouse