Glass Figurine

You've got me sitting on your mantle like a little glass figurine
 Why must you be so mean?
 Don't you know I've got better things to do
 I'm like a mail order product from a housekeeping magazine
 How utterly embarrassing
 Well lady, I'm not going to dance that dance
 Let the giraffes do it, let the sad clown cry
 Your porcelain kisses are not going to turn me shy
 No, I'm not your little boy
 Your rosy-cheeked joy
 Though the thought of you makes me sanguine
 I'll do anything you want
 But I won't be your glass figurine
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 Let the giraffes do it, let the sad clown cry
 Your porcelain kisses are not going to turn me shy
 No, I'm not your little boy
 Your rosy-cheeked joy
 Though the thought of you makes me sanguine
 I'll do anything you want
 But I won't be your glass figurine
 I'm like a mail-order product from a housekeeping magazine
 I'll do anything you want
 But I won't be your glass figurine
 No I won't be your glass figurine
 No I won't be your glass figurine