Silver Age
Leslie Low
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
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