Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears?   Who knows or cares what an imitation is?   Only you do   You can paint his nails   Make him wear high heels   Why waste time altering the hemline?   Or do you?      Tear off your own head   Tear off your own head   It's a doll revolution      You can bat your lashes   You can cut your strings   You can pull his hair with your moveable fingers   It looks so real   If one won't do it, so collect the set   Dress him in pink ribbons   Put him in a kitchenette   How does this feel?      Tear off your own head   Tear off your own head   It's a doll revolution      What's that sound?   It will turn you around   It's a doll revolution      They're taking over   And they're tearing it down   It's a doll revolution      You can pull and pinch him   'Til he cries and squeals   You can twist his body 'til it faces backwards   Those plastic features   You could make somebody a pretty little wife   But don't let anybody tell you how to live your life   Broken pieces      Tear off your own head   Tear off your own head   It's a doll revolution   Tear off your own head   Revolution