Sally's made of paper and string, 

She's a perfect, patchwork plaything. 

I stick my knife into her sometimes, just to hear her scream. 

And it might look like she's hurting 

But I know it just means she loves me. 

Cause sometimes, through her tears, 

I can see her smile. 

Snip, snip, snip, shiny black scissors, 

Glinting so bright on her milk white neck. 

Slitting my lips with papercut kisses, 

Wrenching my heart as I cut through her flesh. 

And every time that I look into her eyes, 

I can't resist, kiss her face, grab a fistfull of paradise. 

And I'll break and break till all that's pretty fades away. 

She's a colorless reflection of me. 

When I look at her all that I can see, 

Is something so much better, 

Is something so much better than me. 

She's a paper white confection, two dimensional perfection. 

She's as pure as I could never be. 

She's a thing of aching beauty. 

She's a perfect audience of one, smiles even as she comes undone. 

Pretty, pretty paper dolly, wanna cut into her body....