Suzanne Vega Machine Ballerina текст песни, слова песни Machine Ballerina Suzanne Vega
Suzanne Vega - Machine Ballerina
a thing on a string
to be thrown and retrieved
like a phone call received
on somebody's birthday
to tease and delight
and then say goodnight
and then just say goodbye?
Am I a toy on a tray ?
a soft piece of clay
queen or clown for the day
machine ballerina
soldier of tin
standing so loyal
while you sit so royal
then I'm put away?
Ch: For your approval,
perusal,
and your possible
refusal,
I'm amusing,
I'm a puppet for your play.
Am I your Mad Magazine?
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