You've got me sitting on your mantle like a little glass figurine   Why must you be so mean?   Don't you know I've got better things to do?      I'm like a mail order product from a housekeeping magazine   How utterly embarrassing   Well, lady, I'm not going to dance that dance      Let the giraffes do it, let the sad clown cry   Your porcelain kisses are not going to turn me shy   No, I'm not your little boy, your rosy cheeked joy   Though the thought of you makes me sanguine   I'll do anything you want but I won't be your glass figurine      Let the giraffes do it, let the sad clown cry   Your porcelain kisses are not going to turn me shy   No, I'm not your little boy, your rosy cheeked joy   Though the thought of you makes me sanguine   I'll do anything you want but I won't be your glass figurine      I'm like a mail order product from a housekeeping magazine   I'll do anything you want but I won't be your glass figurine   No, I won't be be your glass figurine   No, I won't be be your glass figurine, no