Little plastic doll, with one eye
She awakes once every night
Only half clothed
Her batteries run low
Too old she is, to be living at all
Young little girl, only 2
She loves her doll, she keeps it in her room
Her doll, is like her child
She feeds it, and keeps in near
Too tired tonight, to see her doll isn't there
Two minutes past midnight, the doll is awake
Roaming the narrow hallways
There's a blade in her tiny hand
Plastic but so strong
Young little girl never saw it coming
And now she decays in the middle of the hall
Little plastic doll, with one eye
Still haunts the children, every midnight
This week it's Sally
Because Alice is already dead
Each time the blade is sharper
Each person bleeds more red
An eerie cry
From the little plastic doll
Her string is pulled
"Will you bury me?!"
She asks
Her murderous mind
Is full of regret
Now she wants herself dead
