Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire, Andrew Bird - Glass Figurine lyrics

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

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