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Broken doll parts in the back seat
rolling down the highway in mid day heat
She should never have come outside to play
Because her whole life would change that day

He said, "What's your name, dumpling?"
"Hop in my car, I wanna show you something..."
In an instant she was gone
No one saw what he'd done

The bad man took her from her home
Stole her away to make her his own
Holding her sweater clutched close to her chest
Thinking of which flavor of candy tasted the best

A big greasy grin and a scratch above his eye
was what she'd remember and what would make her cry
Pulling off the road onto dry desert sand
She felt a sharp pain from the back of his hand

Cold, clammy heat shoved up beneath her dress
and dry, calloused fingers fondling her tiny breasts
She cried out for help but none ever came
How could she know he was criminally insane

The man couldn't bear the company he kept
He shot himself dead and she pretended he slept
Smearing his dead blood from her pale, helpless face
She escaped his entrapment and found a safe place

Lost in her own world, she now lies in her room
She cannot love, for her heart's trapped in a tomb
Carries a doll head wherever she goes
The doll knows her secrets that no one else knows

She met a boy once for whom she thought she could care
Until she heard the boy say out of nowhere
"What's your name, dumpling?"
"Hop in my car, I wanna show you something..."