As a child 
You have a doll 
You see this doll 
Sitting in her chair 
 
You watch her face 
Her knees apart 
Her eyes of glass 
In a secretive stare 
 
She seems to  [X3] 
Have a life 
 
Pick up a stick 
Dig up a crack 
Dirt in the street 
Becomes a town 
 
All of the people 
Depend on you 
Not to hurt them 
Or bang the stick comes down 
 
And they seem to 
They seem to  [X2] 
Have a life 
 
As a child 
You see yourself 
And wonder why 
You can't seem to move 
 
Hand on the doorknob 
Feel like a thing 
One foot on the sidewalk 
Too much to prove 
 
And you learn to 
You learn to  [X2] 
Have a life