The Doll Lady.
A lady kind with silver hair
and a smile upon her face
came into our school house
and lightened up the place.
Sometimes she acts so hateful
and makes you think she's mean
but deep inside there's kindness
like you've never seen.
Deep inside there is a heart
that bleeds for even dolls
that's why they call me doll lady
she'll tell you as she smiles.
She'll take a dark,cold,cloudy day
and make the sun shine through
she has a way of putting things
that makes them sound so true.
We've all grown to love her
she's a granny of our own
oh how we'll hate to lose her
tomorrow when she's gone.
We'll miss her little giggle
that always hits the spot
and who will I play tricks on
the way I do a lot.
So when this lady who loves dolls
leaves our little nest
we'll think of all the friends we've had
and know, she was the best.
Written By Terry Allen Mosley
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