Dollhouse - Kiely Rich Remix
(Girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
Hey girl, open the walls, play with your dolls
We'll be a perfect family
When you walk away, that's when we really play
You don't hear me when I say
Mom, please wake up
Dad's with a slut, and your son is smoking cannabis
No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens
Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
Hey girl
(Girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
Hey girl, look at my mom
She's got it going on, ha
You're blinded by her jewelery
When you turn your back
She pulls out a flask
And forgets his infidelity
Uh oh, she's coming to the attic, plastic
Go back to being plastic
No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens
One day they'll see what goes down in the kitchen
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
Hey girl (D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
Hey girl, open your walls (D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
Play with your dolls (D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
We'll be a perfect family
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
(Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains)
(Hey girl)
(Girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl)
(Hey girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
Hey girl, open the walls, play with your dolls
We'll be a perfect family
When you walk away, that's when we really play
You don't hear me when I say
Mom, please wake up
Dad's with a slut, and your son is smoking cannabis
No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens
Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
Hey girl
(Girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
Hey girl, look at my mom
She's got it going on, ha
You're blinded by her jewelery
When you turn your back
She pulls out a flask
And forgets his infidelity
Uh oh, she's coming to the attic, plastic
Go back to being plastic
No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens
One day they'll see what goes down in the kitchen
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
Hey girl (D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
Hey girl, open your walls (D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
Play with your dolls (D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E)
We'll be a perfect family
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
(Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains)
(Hey girl)
(Girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl, girl)
(Hey girl)
(Hey girl)
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Sommers, Jeremy Dussolliet, Melanie Martinez
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