Abney Park - Herr Drosselmeyer's Doll lyrics

Herr Drosselmeyer's doll
There she is on the stage
Spinning as she sprawls
Thank God the curtains fall
Her spring is sprung and dance is done
Spinning as she sprawls
Thank God the curtains fall

In the morning, he twists the key quite hard
And ticking, she's brought to a boil
"Relevée, my sweet, en pointe, en garde!"
Her innards twang as they uncoil
Herr Doktor's fingertips trace by
On craquelature from every fall
The daylight made to race quite by
With paint and paste and stitch and awl

"Patience, patient bumblebee
Soon your audience admire
A shapely arabesque or three
I'll wind you up, you'll never tire"

Starry tutu, sullen moue
A frozen carmine mouth
Twinkles as she jerks and swoons
The lady's ushered out

And as the sackcloth, sodden, slumps
Beneath these chipped and china limbs
The sour flesh pines, grunts, and thumps
"Step right up, boys, tuppence for a spin!"