"...just one more turn, dear..." You set me down on a candlelit stage Adjust the lighting, fix my pose A painted bird inside a gilded cage You step back slow and watch me close I do the trick I'm built to do I wait until you turn me around I make the prettiest little sound I move like I belong to you You walk across the room so slow You take your time - you always know Exactly how to make me wait and something in me starts to - Wind me up, watch me come undone Painted smile and a powdered face I'll play the part until you're done I'll wear it like I wear the lace Wind me up, just one more turn I'm yours to play, I'm yours to run Show me what I have to earn Til every spring of mine is spun Tick-tick-tock, little doll on the shelf Wind her up, she can't stop herself Tick-tick-tock, little doll on the floor Wind her up - she'll come back for more I could walk off the stage, slip out on my own I know the exit, know the lines to say I've got my coat, I've got my getaway But every road leads to another alone And every time you turn around to see If I am standing still and perfectly placed Some part of me forgets I'm not erased And waits to be the doll you made of me And then the ballroom lifts into the air I lose the why, I lose the where The room becomes a circle, drawing near A flash of me reflected in the glass A girl I almost recognize - then pass The mirror tilts - the room turns clear Wind me up, watch me come undone Painted smile and a powdered face I'll play the part until you're done I'll wear it like I wear the lace Wind me up, just one more turn I'm yours to play, I'm yours to run I know the cost and still return I'll be the doll until I'm none Look at her - standing perfectly still. The mirror knows what the mirror always will. She wore the smile he wound into her face. She wore it well. It tightened into place. Hold the smile until it stays Keep the gears all moving right Count the beats and don't look down Pull the ribbons twice as tight But somewhere underneath the doll There's still a part of me that's real A part that you have never wound A part that still knows how to feel The spell wears off. The music starts. I gather all my scattered parts. I take my mark beneath the lights. I lift my chin and wind it tight. Wind me up, watch me come undone Painted smile and a powdered face I'll play the part until you're done I'll wear it like I wear the lace Wind me up, just one more turn I'm yours to play, I'm yours to run Tell the crowd that I'll return Tell them I'm the only one Wind me up, watch me come undone Wind me up, watch me come undone Wind me up - and I'll be the one "...just one more turn, dear..."
