Lyrics: (Ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Ha, ha-ha-ha-ha) Oh, don't I look nice, batting my eyes, isn't it pure perfection? Cute, think I'm polite, stereotype, got your full attention. Think that you can play with me, you better watch your back. The last thing that you'll hear will be my laugh. 'Cause baby, dolls kill. Don't provoke us or we will, push you downhill, might be pretty but we're still, bitter as much as we're sweet, knife hidden under the sheets. Baby, dolls kill. Don't provoke us or we will. (Go) -voke us or we'll- Pretty but we're (still)- Heels, made out of steel, how does it feel, to be walked all over? Nails, leaving a trail, got 'em pigtails, blood drips down your shoulder. Baby, there's power in numbers. Better warn all of your friends. You're down to less than a hour, we all know how this ends. Dolls kill. Don't provoke us or we will, push you downhill, might be pretty but we're still, bitter as much as we're sweet, knife hidden under the sheets. Baby, dolls kill. Don't provoke us or we will. (Go) -voke us or we'll- Pretty but we're (still)- Sugar and spice, and everything nice. No, that's not we're made of. Venom and ice, tequila that bites. Go ahead and pray 'cause (hahaha) 'Cause baby, dolls kill. Don't provoke us or we will, push you downhill, might be pretty but we're still, bitter as much as we're sweet, knife hidden under the sheets. Baby, dolls kill. Don't provoke us or we will.
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