I can trace the smile   With my fingertips   Her skin is rough   So are her lips   I like to wear her clothes   Stuff that she hates   She puts on my slippers   And whatever she takes      Can’t read her name   Can’t read at all   She’s quite the same   She’s a silver doll      She’s got a deal to run   She’s doing it for fun   I’ve got work some place else   I get everything done   Then she’ll come by to my place   Then we’ll play some games   And even if I feel okay   I still can’t read her name      But she never changed   Her face was always the same   She’s a silver doll   Playing a silver game