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    You want plastic not a beating heart that bleeds for passion
    You could care less about my dreams
    You want me just as long as I don't speak while you play your games with me boy

    You dress me up and take me out
    Then treat me like an object
    What I say you don't respect
    You only wanna play
    When it's not convenient
    I just go back in your toy box
    Waiting while I'm suffocating,
    Boy but I won't stay

    When you go to bed am I just
    one more toy for you to hold?
    See your pretty doll is breathing

    Want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    Want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    Want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    want out, I want, want out of your toy box

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    I can see them you've got so many other toys around me
    Cars, computers, and a giant dream house
    I'm sure there's a couple other dolls you're hiding up in your room

    You make me wait at home while you get dirty on the playground
    that all will change when you come back I will be gone
    You can search the attic ask around but I know better
    I found someone to love me when you're not around

    When you come to bed am I just
    one more toy for you to hold?
    See your pretty doll is leaving

    Want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    Want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    want out, I want, want out of your toy box

    Anywhere I go and no matter who I lose
    You who I choose to remain in the room
    And I don't care what them other dames gonna move, 'cause you all mine
    See my name on your shoes?
    Yeah, wrote that with a sharpie
    So I'm gonna play with the boys at the party
    Bounce to the bed with who, hm, let's see
    Lookin' in the box anybody seen Betsey?
    Damn could have sworn she was right here
    Been in the same spot for five years
    Funny how a toy make a man fight tears
    And by the way, where the hell is Buz Lightyear?
    Best friend, gone creepin'
    He knows she's more than a doll that I sleep with
    No secret of how sad that I've been
    We're not family but come back to your "Ken" girl

    When you come to bed am I just
    one more toy for you to hold?
    See your pretty doll is leaving

    Want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    Want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    Want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    Want out, I want, want out of your toy box
    want out, I want, want out of your toy box

    Song details

    Composition: Betsey Long, Todd Shay, Thomas Michael, Brett Vargaspm, and Collins Charles

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