Suzanne Vega

As a child
You have a doll
You see this doll
Sitting in her chair


You watch her face
Her knees apart
Her eyes of glass
In a secretive stare


She seems to
She seems to
She seems to
Have a life


Pick up a stick
Dig up a crack
Dirt in the street
Becomes a town


All of the people
Depend on you
Not to hurt them
Or bang the stick comes down


And they seem to
They seem to
They seem to
Have a life


As a child
You see yourself
And wonder why
You can't seem to move


Hand on the doorknob
Feel like a thing
One foot on the sidewalk
Too much to prove


And you learn to
You learn to
You learn to
Have a life