Don’t bother with the wrapping paper, just leave me in the bag.
Plastic baby dolls never cry, and I’ll live up to my name and nature.
Toss me on the floor and I’ll keep my pretty smile and roll my vacant eyes.
Lose all the extra parts and throw the instructions in the trash
I’ll keep myself assemble no matter how hard the casing cracks.
If I have the audacity to fall apart before your eyes, no worries dear, I’m as replaceable as they come.