This girl I know she's sick for toys.
She needs a brand new toy she's tired of her old toys.
She's got a big house full of old toys what can she do?
She disposes of her old toys and in a small garden
She finds a small boy.
She smiles,
She's happy she found her new toy a small boy.
She uses the new toy to watch her comb her hair,
Day in day out,
Night in night out.
In the end she fell asleep exhausted,
The boy cut off all of her hair,
She was bald,
She might not now bee sick for toys...