[Verse] I go to work and it sucks, But I push through for her. Every shift, every drag of the night, So she can buy things she loves. Blythe dolls on every shelf, Painted faces in the half‑light. She fixes them, sells them, The house full but somehow warm. [pre-chorus] A rough night on patrol, Standing in the dark, Domestic disputes, An accident too, A man with a knife, A girl missing from school. Dodge a can from the sky, Pepper spray in my eye. [Chorus] I go to work — it’s rough — But I do it all for her. Every long night, every hard call, I push through because I love her. So she can buy herself things, Like a trip to Cancun, Or another doll she’ll bring to life With her hands and imagination. [Verse] When I come home, She’s asleep and peaceful. When I wake at noon, She brightens instantly. She curls beside me, Lips brushing my face, Laughing softly, Warm and close. [bridge] She shows me her Blythe: “Look at her dress — I stitched it together From another mess.” I say, “I must confess, Your finesse was a success.” [chorus] It’s not easy talking to people When they’re scared or hurting. But I'm not cold stone — I carry it with me. [post-chorus] And later, when I'm finally still, I think of her in yellow and blue, Tank top and short shorts, working on her art. [Outro] What a woman she is — Driving my car To meet someone new And sell her a doll. Two different worlds: Hers of creation, Mine is chaos — But somehow they fit.
