歌詞

They gave me lace

And a tiny chair

Told me to smile

Like I liked it there

Sit pretty

Speak light

Want less

Look right

I moved one wall

With my little hand

Now their sweet plan

Doesn’t understand

I am not made

For a perfect shelf

I look this cute

And choose myself

Tiny shoes

Wrong size

Pink script

Sharp eyes

Dollhouse Override

One clean click

Pretty little room

Can’t hold this trick

I keep the ribbon

Lose the cage

Keep the gloss

Rewrite the page

I am not made

For a perfect shelf

I look this cute

And choose myself

No tantrum

No goodbye

Just new rules

In my eyes

I am not made

For a perfect shelf

I look this cute

And choose myself

Small room

Big nerve

Sweet face

My terms