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My mother always wanted a girl To dress up like a doll pigtails and curls She'd be patient and she'd never talk back What a shame I made a fucking mess of that Cross your legs, be chaste of heart Mind your manners, play your part Read your bible twice a day Close your eyes when you pray Uh oh, uh oh, I got mommy issues Buried inside my dollhouse made of tissues I have a temper and a bad attitude Oh God, oh God, I hate my mommy issues My father, he just treats me like art He's a critic, yeah, he picks me apart It seems I'll never be good enough for him I will never be good enough for him! So I cross my legs, I'm chaste of heart Mind my manners, play my part I read my bible twice a day I close my eyes when I pray Uh oh, I know I got daddy issues SongtexteBuried inside my dollhouse made of tissues I have a temper and this bad attitude Oh God, oh God, I hate my daddy issues Sorry Mom, sorry Dad, I know I make you mad I'm not perfect for your dollhouse, let me out I'm sickly thin, now there's cracks in my porcelain I want out of this madhouse, save me Let me out, let me out of this dollhouse I want out, I want out from this madhouse Let me out let me out of this dollhouse I want out, I want out from this madhouse Uh oh, I know I got mommy issues Buried inside by dollhouse made of tissues Uh oh, my temper and this bad attitude Oh God, oh God, I hate my fucking issues Cross your legs be chaste of heart I want out of this dollhouse Aus Songtexte Mania