Like children in a candy shop, their look holes eviscerated by the eye candy,
Stuff them in with vanity instead, little ones,
You know their worth is just what you shove down their throat,

For a few dollars, little ones, you can tame them, control them, and play them as dolls,
Or if you want you could have her sister, mother, father, and brother, but the last two identify as dutch wives,

Don’t forget to check if they’ve added new letters to the alphabet, ‘cause...