Sixteen. My parents' birthday present.
Thoughtful. I asked for it. I had this terrible hook.
The Jewish slope, we called it in Lake Forest.
The only ski run for miles around.
I can't believe it. I can't tell. That's the idea, isn't it?
you could be lying to me. What would be the point of that?
To get me in here. To watch chunks of my flesh get torn away.
you could be a sadist for all I know. Hey, quit sweet-talking me.
God, they did an amazing job.
Mmm.
Wait a minute. your name's Thompson. That's not Jewish.
On my mother's side, you dope.
That's what makes me Jewish. Her maiden name is Tessman.
Oh. We don't have to stay here, Adam.
No, it's okay. It just makes me jumpy.
It's cosmetic, not corrective.
Lots of guys do it. It's no big deal. I promise.
Well, if it's cosmetic, maybe I should just put some powder on it.
you know, I think you'll look great.
you have a good face.
A nice shape to your nose, actually,
but it's just got that bit of--
What? Bulb.
At the end. I mean-- Well, not a bulb exactly, but more of a--
No, I get it. Sort of a Rudolph effect.
[ Both Moaning ]
PDA. Indeed.
Shall I go check the men's room?
- I dare you. - Shut up.
I'm serious. Is this, like, my last meal or something?
A conjugal visit before I'm drawn and quartered?
Stop being so morbid. It's just flesh.
Yeah, I see what you mean.
It's just flesh. [ Clicks Tongue ]
That's not morbid at all. It isn't.
you've bitten more skin off from around your fingernails...
than a doctor would ever trim off your nose.
It's true.
How'd you get that scar on your back?
Which? The-- Yes, the raised one.
A kid, um, threw a stick at me, first grade.
Stitches? Yeah. Thirty-three.
And is that terrible? Are you disfigured because ofit?
Well... I don't like to wear tank tops.
What's the matter with scars?
Not a thing.
Did you try to- No. Not really.
I mean, I cut on myself a little, tried to get attention when I was a teenager,
but I didn't wanna slit my veins open.
So, is my arm unattractive to you then because of those, or not?
No, not at all.
I love your arm. It's beautiful.
They're like rings on a tree.
They signify experience, make us unique.
I can see that. And that's all this is.
The idea of you having some surgery. [ Moans ]
It's an experience. [ Sighs ] I know.
It just makes me- What? Nervous?
"It's a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done." [ Chuckles ]
Something like that. Is that from a book?
[ Laughing ] Yeah. Dickens.
Ah! So...
are you gonna go check?
What?
What, the restroom? Uh-huh.
What if they call my name though? Seriously.
What if they do?
I smell trouble... Mmm.
which I may not be able to do after this.
Just go. All right.
[Woman Chattering]
Then I can show you something. What?
Hmm? Oh, nothin'. No, uh,
just a little something I had done... for you.
Wait. No. Show me now.
It's a big religious no-no.
[Zipper Unzips ]
Nice, huh? "Eat."
Let me guess. you couldn't afford the "me."
No, you goof. [ Laughs ]
It's your initials.
Do you like it?
I do.
I like it.
[Munching]
[Philip ] I'm serious. It looks good.
Just shut up. Don't get here late and then make fun of me.
- No. you look distinguished. - Phil.
I look like a hockey player.
Yeah, but a distinguished one.
What'd you do anyway?
I fell. [ Laughs ]
Come on.
What? Seriously. I did.
you sound like a battered wife.
[ Mock Whimpering ] I fell. That's not funny.
[ Chuckles ] Yeah, it is. It's very funny.
I mean, it's not that funny that wives get beat up,
but the fact that you look like one- that I find hilarious.
Well, that's what happened. I tripped, I fell. No big deal.
you really fell? Yeah.
I, uh, tripped going up the- you know?
No. What?
The... thing. I hit the edge of the-
you know. No. It's "the edge of the" that I'm a little hazy on here.
The edge of the knob- my doorknob.
you really tripped? Truthfully? Yes. God.
Huh.
Okay.
[Paper Wrapper Crinkling]
Why do you say that- "Huh"?
- What, you don't believe me? - No. I just-
I saw your girlfriend the other day,
maybe what, last Thursday.
you weren't in class. I asked her if you were okay. That's all.
Yeah? So?
And she said yes, but you were recovering from an operation or something.
What? That's what I said.
Then she said it wasn't really an operation, perse,
just some thing you had done- a "procedure."
That was it. So I just thought, No.
I don't know, whatever.
I -I hurt it. Really. I hit it- you know, I banged it up pretty bad at home.
So I had the doctor take a look at it, but he didn't operate or anything.
So where'd you see her? I don't know.
Starbucks or somewhere-- the mall maybe.
She doesn't drink coffee.
So it was downtown then.
Record City, I think.
Wh-What, you worried I'm gonna steal her? No.
God. Don't be so-- Believe me.
- [ Muffled ] Ugh! - Anyway, it's gonna be fine.
Well, that's good to hear.
Yeah.
And, uh,
you'd tell me if there was anything seriously wrong.
Of course.
Hey, what's up?
I mean, we're friends, right?
you'd come to me. About what?
- Phil, what's-- -Jenny told me.
Jenny told you what?
She kissed you.
- Oh. - She felt shitty, I guess.
I could tell for, like, a week somethin' was goin' on.
And then finally she told me about it. She did.
I mean, she did do that, but it-it was nothing.
No. I don't mean nothing, no.
Uh, it meant nothing. It didn't hold any meaning for us.
For "us"? Okay, so you can speak for her then? It just happened.
For me. It didn't for me. It was just a-
[ Voice Breaking ] And that's all she said?
- Don't tell me there's more. - No. God, no, not at all. No.
It's all right.
I'd been acting weird lately.
This whole... marriage idea is just freaky, so-
It's my fault, I guess.
Sorry.
It's better than me having to kiss you. [ Chuckles ]
- Good point. - No tongue, right?
- Oh, Jesus! - I'm just asking.
No. Please.
Well, I got a 3:10.
[Zipper Zips ]
So long, Romeo.
Where's your jacket?
What?
Okay, this is, uh... too much.
The cord jacket?
The lumberjacky-lookin' thing?
I don't know. Uh-huh.
And this, uh, Tommy Hilfiger-ish job-
Where'd you come up with that? The mall. I bought it.
- What's the big deal? - That's, like, a sailing slicker.
She likes it. It's reversible.
Well, isn't that just neat?
What I want to know is, do you like it?
It's okay. Uh-huh. Let me ask you this.
Did you get to keep the cord job, or did she make you toss it?
- Who cares? God-- - Huh?
I threw it out, okay? Goodwill, actually.
"Goodwill, actually." It's no big thing.
Dude, don't just say "no big thing."
I begged you to throw out the farm coat our freshman year.
I mean, you lost both of us a lot of dates with that thing on, okay?
you've had it since, like, birth. All right? So do me a little favor.
Let's not pretend that the jackie and the, uh, weight... Ow!
and the Jon Bon Jovi hair are no big thing. Ow! Don't!
'Cause when it comes to routine, you used to be, like, Mister goddamn Rogers.
It's a fuckin' jacket, Phil!
Just lay off. Go to class.
Uh-huh, fine. Fine.
I just hope the next time we pass each other, I recognize who the hell you are.
Oh, yeah? Well, if not, you and Evelyn can always head over to Record City and have a chat.
Hey! I wouldn't get too deep into the moral issues during this particular conversation.
Okay, Romeo?
I may have a big fucking mouth, but at least I keep it to myself.
[ Both Grunting ]
[ Muttering ] Oh! My-
Oh, is it time to go? Uh-huh?
Fine. So long, matey!
Ow!
you've got my fuckin' bag!
Dude! Seriously, I've got class!
## [Loud Rock ] ## [ Wailing]
## [ Continues ]
# Oh #
## [ Wailing]
[ People Chattering]
So, everything's good? Yeah. you know, okay.
Hmm. you?
Oh, pretty great, actually. Just studying, working on my art.
Right. you've got that big thing that you're doing. Mm.
Thesis project for my degree.
And it's going well? Yeah.
What was it again? I never said.
Oh. Well, that's why.
Right. It's this sculpture... thing.
Nice.
[ Chattering ]
I think what you've done with Adam-- it's really great.
What I've done? Well, just, you know, he's changed.
That's right. He's changed. Of course. I didn't mean that you-
I know. I'm just saying, he did the work. Right.
[ Clears Throat ] Well, that's always what they say, though, isn't it?
[ Chuckling ] What?
Who are "they"? you know, like in Cosmo,
when they have those tests asking you what you'd like to change about your guy.
Ah, now you're gonna get all scientific on me.
It's true, though, isn't it? I mean, almost everyone I've ever gone out with,
if you could alter just one thing about them or...
even to get them to stop wearing sunglasses up on their head all the time,
then they'd be perfect.
- Well, it's that sort of deal, isn't it? - Something like that.
Or it could just be that I care about him.
Hmm. Well, Phil's got, like, six of those "one things," but it's the same idea.
Right. Andhowis old Phil?
Well, he's Phil-- six things away from being amazing.
[Bell Dings ]
Hey.
- Hey, Evelyn. - Adam. Hi.
Jenny. I didn't know that you-
I invited her. Oh.
Uh-- I like your new jacket.
Phil told me about it. Oh, yeah. It's, uh,
new.
And your nose- My God, are you okay?
Of course. It was nothin'.
Falling down is not nothing. [Adam Chuckles ]
It looks okay though.
- Anyway, uh- - Anyway, pull up some floor.
We... got you a juice.
you don't drink coffee. It's not. It's decaf.
It's still coffee. Good point.
So I drink coffee. Then I just don't like the caffeine.
Mm. Jenny was just saying that she thinks you're great.
I mean, doing great things with yourself.
Yeah?
Thanks, Jenny. She thinks you're just about perfect now.
Don't you, Jenny? I didn't say that.
No. It's true. I'm exaggerating. She said- and I paraphrase-
"He's changed," but she implied for the better.
Oh. Well, I agree. I have.
And again, thank you. you're welcome.
I think you've changed too, Adam. A lot.
Yeah? How's that?
Well, you've gotten cuter...
and stronger, more confident and, um...
craftier.
Craftier, huh? Apparently so.
Oh, that spill you took must have done it.
[ Sighs ] I'm sorry. Am I missing something here?
I'm not sure. Evelyn, what's up?
Nothing. Not a thing.
Well, sometimes it's hard to read me, you know, know when I'm joking.
Very hard. It is, but I am...joking.
I mean, Adam took a bad fall and smashed his nose, but he's okay now.
See? It healed well, don't you think?
Yes. Uh, do you guys want a salad or something?
I'm hungry. I'm fine. Jenny?
I'm okay. Hungry?
your nose looks-- How much weight have you lost?
Not that much really.
Twenty-one pounds. I peeked. Is that all right?
- "Peeked"? - His journal- a record of his progress that he's keeping.
Really? Oh, that's so cool.
- Cosmo story in the making, huh? - Yeah.
Okay, I'm, like, totally lost here.
you're mentioned in there too, Jenny.
Where? Adam's journal.
I mean, it's a veiled entry, but I think it's you.
Evelyn. I peeked twice.
you're right next to someone known as "cute waitress." [Jenny] Why is that?
- I mean, Adam? - you're not. [ Stammering ]
- Something about a meeting and a drive after in your cute little "V-dub." - What are you saying?
- It's getting pretty late. I really need to get go- - Don't go. Why are you doing this?
I just want to talk about the kiss.
Why can't we do that? This is inappropriate, okay?
[ Whispering ] Did you tell her? No. No, no. He didn't.
Philip did. We met, and he told me all about it.
The rest I got from lover boy's diary. She's making that up.
Wait. Philip told you about our talk? When?
What else did he tell you? Lots of things.
He's a very chatty guy when you... wind him up.
I can't believe it. Evelyn, let's just drop it, okay?
- If you're angry with me, all right, but this is not- - We're just talking.
Fine. you wanna-- Go ahead.
- I mean, Adam wrote something in his journal, obviously. - I didn't!
What do you wanna hear? We kissed.
No. No, no. I-- I knew that.
I'm sorry. I've confused you.
I meant about my kiss... with Philip.
What? That's bullshit.
No. That's getting even.
Unless you guys have something else you want to tell me about- meaning the drive.
you didn't meet Phil. Ask him.
- He would have told me. - Apparently not.
I'm going.
I'm going now, okay?
I'll, uh, see you.
you guys are still coming to my showing, right?
[Footsteps Departing] Well... you said you would.
[Bell Dings ]
Okay.
That was horrible. Oh, I don't know.
I could've told her about the blow job I gave him.
Kidding.
- you had no right to make her feel that way. - She's got a boyfriend who's shit.
- Now she knows. - It was still wrong to treat her like that.
- And me. - Yeah, let's talk about you.
She called me, okay? She wanted to get together and,
you know, talk about Phil, and then--
And then you made out. Most natural thing in the world.
It was a mistake, okay? I know that.
I just want the truth. I told you what I did.
you think I wanted to kiss that guy? I only did it for the effect.
I'm asking you, Adam. What else happened?
I deserve to know.
Nothing.
you're sticking with that?
Oh, and glad to hear about your trip.
- See you next fall. - What was I supposed to tell him?
- The truth! - Wh--
Come on.
Look, I took shit about my new jacket.
That's all people say to me anymore. "What's up with you?" "What's goin' on?"
I can't exactly spread it around what I've done. What? you fell.
What are we doing here?
Are you tired of me? Is that it?
God, no!
I don't get it.
I don't want to sound old-fashioned here, but...
you're a step away from fuckin' around on me. I would never do that.
If it hadn't been her, if it'd have been...
oh, say, that cute waitress the other night.
you didn't think I caught that, did you?
The chatty chat and the extra three bucks on the tip.
That was nothing.
It's never anything... until it's something.
Geez! Next you're gonna tell me that the handkerchief with the strawberries on it is missing.
I don't know that reference.
Evelyn, please.
Evelyn.
I'll do anything you want.
I know what I did was wrong. I do. I messed up.
So just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.
I just- I don't- I don't wanna lose you.
- you're sure? - I am so sure.
I love you.
Anything I say?
Anything.
Give them up... as friends, both of them.
Huh? No explanation.
Don't see them or speak to them again, not ever.
That's what I want.
That's to prove to me about how you feel.
- And if I don't? - Well, um, I pretty much let these things end.
Final answer?
I choose you.
you choose well...
Grasshopper.
[People Chattering]
[ Sighs ]
Adam. [ Chuckling ]
- Ahoy. - Phil.
How's it goin'? So...
what, you don't take my calls now?
What? No, I-- It's all right. I understand.
The whole... [ Mumbling ] thing.
- [ Sighs ] - I've just been busy with work and all.
[ Scoffs ] Yeah, whatever.
- Well, I should probably grab a seat. - Hold up. Hey.
Where's the fire?
What? No. I--
No. I just want a... good spot and-
So, where's Jenny? Funny.
What? Man, come on.
We broke up, broke it off- whatever. you knew that.
No. I-- When?
Like, two weeks ago, right after-
you know. you and Jenny- I can't believe that.
Believe it. She came over one day after seeing you guys, I guess.
That was it- the ring off,
took her CD's back-- gone.
I'm sorry. I mean, I was look into get out.
you know that. But once you start makin' those plans, you know-
like pickin' out napkins and shit-
it's almost easier to just do the thing.
- I don't know what to say. - Don't worry about it.
you haven't seen her lately, have you?
- No. - Okay.
Well, this ought to be good, huh? [ Scoffs ]
[People Chattering]
- [Adam ] Jenny. - Adam.
- Hey. - Hi, Phil.
I'm sorry... about you guys.
Boy, you just can't keep anything to yourself, can you?
Well, every so often, I guess. Right? What?
you never change. That's what.
[ Sighs ]
- Oh, and, Phil? - Yeah?
you don't really need sunglasses indoors.
[ Sighs ]
- What is she-- - It's not, like, totally official yet.
Fuck. What are you gonna do?
- Well, we should probably find a place too. - Let's grab two close to the exit.
Oh, maybe we shouldn't-
you know, Jenny and-
Whatever. Take care, man.
[ Chattering ]
Could I-- Mm-hmm.
[People Shushing] [ Chattering Dies Down ]
Good afternoon.
Thank you for coming out today.
It's the middle of Stop Week, and I'm sure this is not...
how most of you studying for finals...
would choose to spend your time away from campus- on campus.
[Chuckling]
The accompanying visual portion of this graduate thesis project...
is currently available in the exhibition gallery across the way,
so if you don't stay today for...
punch and cookies, um...
please stop by and take a look at your... convenience.
[Yawning]
Okay, that's the boring stuff.
Oh, I almost forgot.
And this is fairly personal- probably shouldn't even do it-
but it really is the capper to my time here at Mercy,
so please indulge me.
I was given an engagement ring... two days ago,
and I haven't really answered the guy yet.
So I wanted to do it today. Here goes.
This is a beautiful stone...
and an amazing gesture on your part...
for many reasons.
By the time I'm through here,
I promise that you'll have your answer.
[ Murmuring ]
My graduate advisor gave me this advice five months ago.
"Strive to make art,
but change the world."
And so, being a good little student,
that's what I set out to do.
With that in mind, I present you with my newest work.
It is a human sculpture...
on which I've worked these past 1 8 weeks...
and of whom I am very proud.
The piece itself is untitled,
since I think- I-I hope-
it will mean something different to each of you...
and, frankly, anyone who sees it.
[ Whispering ] Can I get a spot- [Switch Clicks ]
I did the MTV thing here on the face.
This is a "before" picture that I had a classmate take of us...
near the Pizza Hut out by the highway.
[Scattered Chuckling] That was our first official encounter...
after he asked me out at his place of work-
a big no-no, or so I was told.
And it was here that I coaxed hi m into eating his first vegetarian meal.
[ Chuckles ] Well, as vegetarian...
as a spinach-and-mushroom calzone can be.
He also had a salad.
Anyway, he told me that, for him, it was a huge deal...
and it does mark the beginning of my systematic makeover-
or sculpting, if you will-
of my two very pliable materials of choice--
the human flesh...
and the human will.
[Audience Murmuring] [Footsteps Departing]
But this, I'm afraid, was not done out of love or caring...
or concern.
This was a simple matter of,
"Can I ... 'X' amount of change in this creature...
using only manipulation as my palette knife?"
[Woman Gasps ]
I made sure that nothing was ever forced...
during our sessions or sittings together-
I-I can't really say they were dates, not on my part,
although the illusion of dating was imperative-
and that his free will was at the forefront of each decision.
I made suggestions,
presented the illusion of interest and...
desire,
but never said, " you must do this."
Not once.
Any questions yet?
I found that with the right coaxing- yes, coaxing,
often of a sexual nature and often in very public arenas, I'll admit-
I could hone the inside of my sculpture...
as well as the surface.
Now, I found myself...
suddenly creating strong moral ambiguity...
where I could detect only the slightest traces before,
often in direct proportion to the amount of external change.
This means, as my subject became handsomer...
and firmer and more confident,
his actions became more and more...
um...
questionable.
Against medical advice,
he had work done to his face...
and insisted to those around him that he had... What?
merely fallen down.
He also started to deceive his friends- and myself-
with greater abandon during this period...
while showing increased interest in other women. [ Sighs ]
In deed, he had relations with his best friend's fiancee...
and continues to withhold details about the incident from us...
to this day.
Moreover,
he was willing to give those friends up when asked--
walk away without any further contact...
after said encounter--
leading me to an assumption of further wrongdoing...
with the young woman in question.
This is fucked!
[Audience Murmuring]
I call this act morally questionable...
because it seems to be motivated, in my mind at least,
as much out of guilt as genuine feelings for me.
He has then, as I see it, been completely...
and totally refashioned as a person.
And yet, open any fashion magazine,
turn on any television program,
and the world will tell you he's only gotten...
more interesting, more desirable, more normal.
In a word,
better.
He is a living, breathing example...
of our obsession with the surface of things,
the shape of them.
Not bad, huh?
This was a completely... startling and...
unexpected turn of events, but...
obviously, I can't accept.
you can examine the stone and setting further...
when it's placed in the exhibit.
As for me, I have no regrets,
no feelings of remorse for my actions,
the manufactured emotions-- none of it.
I have always stood by the single and simple conceit...
that I am an artist, only that.
There is... only art.
[ Audience Murmuring ]
[ Door Opens, Closes ]
Now, you may hold a different opinion,
feel differently.
I welcome that.
Difference is good,
great, vital even.
Only indifference is suspect.
Only to indifference do I say...
[ Microphone Echoes ]
[ Hushed ] fuck you.
[Audience Murmuring]
[ Microphone Feedback]
With that in mind, I offer you my untitled sculpture...
and supporting materials today.
Thank you.
[Audience Chattering]
[Bell Tolling]
Not a big modern art crowd, I guess, huh?
Hey.
Glad you stopped by.
I can't really show my face in the streets,
so it seemed logical. Look, Adam, I know that--
Please... just refer to me as "it"..
or, uh, "untitled."
It'll help me keep some perspective here.
I know that this a lot for you to take in and everything, but I-
Uh-huh, yeah.
I got a little Gregor Samsa thing goin' right now, so, uh-
I know my work relied on not telling you what was going on.
Sorry. you're sorry.
That's great. I figured I was really gonna have to work to get that one out of you.
Oh, I'm not sorry, not for what I've done.
I just feel bad that you're so upset.
[ Stammering ] Screw you!
you have screwed me, a lot.
you wanna watch it? Just pull up a chair.
Shit. you are seriously fucked up.
I mean it. Listen to your mouth, Adam. you never used to talk like that.
Oh, you're gonna take credit for that too, huh? No.
you picked that up all on your own. Cute guys always have potty mouths.
They think it makes them cuter. Oh, yeah?
Tell me how cute this one is then.
Fuck you! [ Gasps ]
you heartless cunt.
[ Laughs ]
So tell me then. Go ahead.
you feel that way about me. you can tell me what I did wrong.
If I did something wrong.
you don't see this as wrong?
you honestly have no concept here.
If you hadn't been here today,
hadn't heard all this stuff, wouldn't you still be happy-
waiting at home for me, hoping this went well, wanting to make love?
- That's not the point. - Yes, it is. It's the total point.
All that stuff we did was real for you. Therefore, it was real.
It wasn't for me. Therefore, it wasn't.
It's all subjective, Adam- everything.
I'll tell you something real. I should sue your ass.
you could try.
I did take that risk. Yeah.
That's right, you did.
[Footsteps Echoing]
What's this doin' here?
It was only four bucks at the Goodwill.
Why would you buy that?
Just so I'd have it-
all of you.
Fine.
What the hell? It can't get any worse.
If you get off on showing people my old socks...
and scuzzy sheets, go for it.
[ Cup Clatters ] I don't "get off" on it.
This is my work, Adam.
I'll give you back whatever you want as soon as I get my grade.
The ring would be nice.
[ Voice Breaking ] It was my grandma's.
I'll take care of it.
Good.
Hard feelings? Me?
No. We had some fun, right?
- Yeah. - Oh, but, hey, that's subjective.
Exactly. But do me a favor?
Don't fool yourself and think that this is art. Okay?
It's a sick fuckin' joke, but it's not art.
Is that right? Pretty much, yeah.
And if I'm wrong about that-
I mean, if I've completely missed the point here,
and somehow puking up...
all your own shitty little neuroses all over people's laps is actually art,
then you ought to at least realize there's a price to it all.
Wow. Okay, so...
you're saying... I should be a better person?
[ Laughs ] I mean, is that it?
That's the nutshell, yeah.
Better like... you?
[ Scoffs ] No.
Just better.
Oh.
Tell me, though,
just one thing.
Yes?
Was any of it true?
The, uh, nose job...
or Lake Forest?
your mother's maiden name?
One thing you ever said to me?
[ Hushed ] No.
And the scars are--
That was another project.
I got it.
Sorry.
[Footsteps Departing]
I should, uh, [ Sniffles ]
probably get going.
Are you coming?
No, not yet. Don't worry. I'm not gonna mess up your stuff.
No spray paint.
That one time...
in my bed one night when you leaned over...
and whispered in my ear- remember?
-And I whispered back to you. I said that I-- - I remember.
I meant that.
I did.
- Yeah? - Yes.
Oh.
[Footsteps Departing]
[ Muffled Sob ]
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# Who dries your eyes as you cry real tears #
# Who knows or cares what an imitation is #
# Only you do #
# you can paint his nails make him wear high heels #
# Why waste time altern' the hemline #
# Or do you #
# Tear off your own head#
# It's a doll revolution #
# you can bat your lashes you can cut your strings #
# you can pull his hair with your moveable fingers #
# It looks so real #
# But one won't do it so collect the set #
# Dress him in pink ribbons Put him in a kitchenette #
# How does this feel #
# Tear off your own head#
# It's a doll revolution #
# What's that sound It'll turn you around#
# It's a doll revolution #
# They're takin' over and they're tear in' it down #
# It's a doll revolution #
# you can pull and pinch him till he cries and squeals #
# you can twist his body till it faces backwards #
# Plastic features #
# you could make somebody a pretty little wife #
# But don 't let anybody tell you how to live your life #
# Broken pieces #
# Tear off your own head#
# It's a doll revolution #
# Tear off your own head#
# It's a doll revolution #
# Tear off your own head#
# It's a doll revolution #
# Tear off your own head#
# Revolution #
# Tear off your own head#
# Revolution ##
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