She is your porcelain doll

She is your puppet on strings

And your wish is her command

Dressed modestly and charmingly

In your display case

To be admired from afar by those around you

Seen as untouchable and demure

And free and happy

With blushed cheeks and dimpled chin

Baby blues glossed without emotion

Because when daylight fades

And the ringlets fall flat

The roses scrubbed out of her cheeks

And the powder off her brow

She is yours to undress at night