Bratty Girl Lyrics & Chords By Twelfth Of Never

Poor dolly, lying on it's back
The cold rain gently drizzles outside
The bags are ready, lunch is packed
"But no one's here. Where's my ride?
I hope they've got the address right."
Poor dolly, bored and cracked
The windows groan with an ancient low
Dropped like a mitten, dignity intact
Forgotten? Maybe. Never. No!
Look, the drizzle is turning to snow!
Pretty Dolly...
Misty-eyed, mischief-prone,
Wound up tonight
Pretty dolly, wound up tight
So much to do on a November night
Her little shoes, bag, and dress
None of her friends can ever guess
When she'll fly off next
Pretty dolly, dull and drone
Looking out the window at a long driveway
"I wonder if they lost their way?"
Look, the drizzle is turning to snow!
Pretty Dolly...
Misty-eyed, mischief-prone,
Wound up tonight