How do I get closer to you when you keep it all on mute?
How do I know the right way to love you?
Usually the queen of figuring out, breaking down a man is no work out
But I have no clue how to get through to you
I wanna hit you just to see if you cry
I keep knocking on wood, hoping there's a real boy inside
But you're not a man, you're just a mannequin
I wish you could feel, that my love is real. But you're not a man
I wish I could just turn you on, put a battery and make you talk
Even pull a string for you to say anything
But with you there is no guarantee, only expired warranty
A bunch of broken parts and I can't seem to find your heart
I'm such a fool
I'm such a fool
I'm such a fool
Cause this one's outta my hands, I can't put you back together again
Cause you're not a man, you're just a Mannequin
I wish you could feel, that my love is real
You're just a toy. Could you ever be a real, real boy
And understand but you're not a man
Oh understand, that you're not a man
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