Sally's made of paper and string,   She's a perfect, patchwork plaything.   I stick my knife into her sometimes, just to hear her scream.   And it might look like she's hurting   But I know it just means she loves me.   Cause sometimes, through her tears,   I can see her smile.   Snip, snip, snip, shiny black scissors,   Glinting so bright on her milk white neck.   Slitting my lips with papercut kisses,   Wrenching my heart as I cut through her flesh.   And every time that I look into her eyes,   I can't resist, kiss her face, grab a fistfull of paradise.   And I'll break and break till all that's pretty fades away.   She's a colorless reflection of me.   When I look at her all that I can see,   Is something so much better,   Is something so much better than me.   She's a paper white confection, two dimensional perfection.   She's as pure as I could never be.   She's a thing of aching beauty.   She's a perfect audience of one, smiles even as she comes undone.   Pretty, pretty paper dolly, wanna cut into her body....