I come a knocking at her front door Hard to believe that she's prettier than before But she smiles pretty my heart just stalls I'm in love with a living doll She walks and she talks sometimes she talks too much She cries real tears when she's hurt by such and such I found her tossed away by an old boy friend he must have been a fool she's the living end She's not the kind that you wrap up in a pretty bow You shouldn't leave her in the backyard rain A living doll's got a lot of places she could go you play it dumb you lose her that's a shame Now late at night before I go to bed I try to say my prayers I think of her instead I fumble for the phone I gotta make a last call I gotta say goodnight to my living doll