Poor lonely porcelain doll
Sitting up high on a lonely shelf
Making friends with dust and such
Alone in her room, she's all by herself

Poor lonely porcelain doll
The little girl doesn't like to play
Afraid she'll break her pretty face
Afraid her pristine dress will fray

Poor lonely porcelain doll
To fragile to be taken down
She must remain still and perfect
There's not a crinkle in her gown

Poor lonely porcelain doll
Crying sharp tears of glass
Wishing she could climb down and play
Watching children sadly as they pass

Poor lonely porcelain doll
So perfectly in place
Still, no one even takes the time
To look upon her pretty face

Poor lonely porcelain doll
She continues to stand alone
But since no one cared to take her down
Her pretty porcelain has turned to stone