Look: I can see them, staring at me, as I gaze back, glassy eyes, they are open to all, but closed around, my non-existent heart, beating silently.

Can you hear me ?

Of course---
I'm only a doll,
Walk past me,
Yet stopping to glance,
Play with my hair,
Conceited whispers,
Behind your back,

Oh what a pretty little thing I'm...