The Cursed Doll and Geppetto

A cursed doll I am, and when Geppetto carved me through the night, the shavings flew

Though made of supple skin, My Heart like wood grew

And like Pinocchio’s, my nose grows longer with each lie I’m crafting

And when he kisses me, I whisper, Run, I'm unfaithful, Darling

But he won’t run, I know it, so I tell him thus

This is how maidens love, but my ruin corrupts

They drop dead like flies, in love so pathetic

Victims of a woman kind, who prays for them, synthetic

When a timid beam pierces through the dark into My Heart’s abyss

A thought is born in my tattered mind, memory whispers: I want a Child's kiss

But what a cursed fate awaits one with such a twisted mother, My Baby

Surely you’d be lovely like me, and stunning like Your Daddy

And then I recall, before I wed, I’ll surely go insane

I picture that old suit, the hotel, Montenegro’s flame, that dress in vain

What once did not take place, should now redeem my living

Once I escaped the trap of Love, why again be forgiving?

So I carve myself with Geppetto, all through the night

And when I see a Small Child at a concert, like a violinist, I weep outright

G-d, give me a Child someday, bring me that light

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