Baby Doll, You Move Me

There's something in your way
That moves me
Takes my breathe away
Like an Iron Lung
(And I mean that in a good way)

There's something in the way
That you ask me
"How are you?"
That scares me
To my core

Is it just my imagination?
Is any of this is real?
Stiff born composite dolls
Never talk, never feel
Just stare at me ...

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