Doll

I want to be a doll
I want to be a tart
The one without a soul
The one without a heart
There is no pain in eyes
And nobody is dear.
The face is always nice:
No dreams, no pain, no fear.
No tears ever show
On Beauty's rosy face,
Her cheeks will never glow
Her arms will not embrace.
A stone instead of heart
A dress instead of soul
I want to be a tart
I want to be a doll