Lisa Gatewood: Lyrics

It’s dark where I come from
it’s dark where I stay
and in my little doll house
I’m bent the right way
at the knees and elbows
my smiling face is shown
and I’m always found sitting
at my dining room table thrown
But it’s hard it’s hard it’s hard it’s hard to swallow
it’s hard it’s hard it’s hard it’s hard to swallow
when your lips are painted on

It’s dark where I come from
it’s dark where I stay
and in my little fortress
I’m forced to obey
The words I’m told are true
the laws within his head
He tells me when I’m tired
he shows me to bed
But it’s hard it’s hard it’s hard it’s hard to swallow
it’s hard it’s hard it’s hard it’s hard to swallow
when your lips are painted on

It’s dark where I come from
it’s dark where I stay
and in my little doll house
I’m bent the right way
at the knees and elbows
at the knees and elbows
at the knees and elbows
at the knees and elbows