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  1. Mannequin Song

From the recordings Mother's Self- Rising and Mannequin Song

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Written by Jeannie Caryn
Vocals - Jeannie Caryn
Acoustic Guitar - Wade Allen
Guitar, Mandolin, Piano - Larry Mitchell

Lyrics

The Mannequin Song


I’m a silver mannequin
With a sale sign on my breasts
I’m in the store window
Without a dress.
And I feel envy,
Like the store meant you to
Do you, Do you?
And I have wicked eyes
They’re following you

But I know my identity
Like most of you don’t
Know what I will do
And what I won’t
I know what I believe in
I know what I want
Do you, Do you?
And I see it with my wicked eyes
If I could just move

Cause I have wicked eyes
Lookin’ at you
Wicked eyes
Ya know they’re true
I have wicked eyes
Can’t break this glass
Wicked eyes, I’m workin’ my ass off
For wicked eyes
They see through your soul
Like a store window
Cause I don’t have my own
For my wicked eyes
For my wicked eyes
For my wicked eyes
And I want my own, soul

And mannequins
We’re always so cold
But I’m warm in my dreams
Where I’ll never grow old
And I like lying here
Naked with you
We’re locked in our bedroom
We do what we do


And you look at me with those wicked eyes
I’m looking back at you
Wicked eyes
Ya know they’re true
I have wicked eyes
Can’t break this glass
Wicked eyes
I’m workin’ my ass off
For wicked eyes
They see through your soul
Like a store window
Cause I don’t have my own
For my wicked eyes
For my wicked eyes
For my wicked eyes
And I want my own, soul

But I’m locked inside this window
And I see everything
But that doesn’t matter
Cause I can’t change a thing
Some day it will shatter
I’ll follow you out
You’ll look in my eyes
And imprison my doubts

Cause I have wicked eyes
Lookin’ at you
Wicked eyes
Ya know they’re true
I have wicked eyes
Can’t break this glass
Wicked eyes
I’m workin’ my ass off
For wicked eyes
They see through your soul
Like a store window
Cause I don’t have my own
For my wicked eyes
For my wicked eyes
For my wicked eyes
And I want my own, soul