Stumbling through paradise, she stops to take a picture.

Theory glow of neon lights, high bridges held within her.

And she looks at buildings in love with all the sights.

A city cannot stop on a cool and chanting night.

She's so lost, look at all the pretty things.

Among the dolls, boys and girls that shine like rings.

She's so lost, look at all the pretty things.

Among the dolls, boys and girls that shine like rings.

Models and little socialites, feel skin harsh and gleaming.

Needles shed to ease the hype, disease has been her dreaming.

But she keeps on staring, with envy in the light.

She's so lost, look at all the pretty things.

Among the dolls, boys and girls that shine like rings.

She's so lost, look at all the pretty things.

Among the dolls, boys and girls that shine like rings.

She's so lost, look at all the pretty things.

Among the dolls, boys and girls that shine like rings.

She's so lost, look at all the pretty things.

Among the dolls, boys and girls that shine like rings.

She's so lost, look at all the pretty things.

Among the dolls, boys and girls that shine like rings.

She's so lost, look at all the pretty things.

Among the dolls, boys and girls that shine like rings.