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Jacob King - China Doll Flashback Lyrics



Jacob King - China Doll Flashback Lyrics




Paper walls and they're so thin
I heard something, made me grin
Oh I heard then, daddy's coming in

Momma used the telephone
Made it seem like something's going on
So I reach down and grab my china doll

Then I imagine real fine that I wrote this whole story
And I did

Stand in line; I see the clerk
Price tag life and so much work
Then I look up, see fluorescent light

It's my turn, I give my stuff
China doll and, shit, I touched
The clerk's hand; accident, I swear

"What's the use for this doll, sir?
Buying this, so, what's your worth?
It's fine, though, that we touched before."

Then I imagine real fine that I wrote this whole story
And I did
Then I imagine real fine that I wrote this whole story
And I did
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Paper walls and they're so thin
I heard something, made me grin
Oh I heard then, daddy's coming in

Momma used the telephone
Made it seem like something's going on
So I reach down and grab my china doll

Then I imagine real fine that I wrote this whole story
And I did

Stand in line; I see the clerk
Price tag life and so much work
Then I look up, see fluorescent light

It's my turn, I give my stuff
China doll and, shit, I touched
The clerk's hand; accident, I swear

"What's the use for this doll, sir?
Buying this, so, what's your worth?
It's fine, though, that we touched before."

Then I imagine real fine that I wrote this whole story
And I did
Then I imagine real fine that I wrote this whole story
And I did
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Writer: Jacob King
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Jacob King - China Doll Flashback Video
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Performed By: Jacob King
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Jacob King

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