Machine Ballerina — текст песни (Suzanne Vega)

Am I an afternoon`s pastime?
a thing on a string
to be thrown and retrieved
like a phone call received
on somebody`s birthday
to tease and delight
and then say goodnight
and then just say goodbye?

Am I a toy on a tray ?
a soft piece of clay
queen or clown for the day
machine ballerina
soldier of tin
standing so loyal
while you sit so royal
then I`m put away?

For your approval,
perusal,
and your possible
refusal,
I`m amusing,
I`m a puppet for your play.

Am I your Mad Magazine?
skin trampoline
pin-up pinball machine
your fantasy girl
of puzzling parts
but none fits or starts
we match wits but not hearts
I`m heard but never seen?

For your approval,
perusal,
and your possible
refusal,
I`m amusing,
I`m a puppet for your play.