oh take me away 
from this cold empty world 
on a ship that's made of hope 
sails of alabaster, guide me past 
 this land of plastic air
​for I wish to be 
a mystic being 
not  packaged 
and put on a shelf. 

No longer shall I be pretty and pink
but with a black crown on my head 
steering my ship with confident ease 
 a smirk on my beautiful face. 

and my curves that you taped so neatly 
shall guide me along 
the dark sea below  ...

oh take me away 
from this cold empty world 
on a ship that's made of hope 
sails of alabaster, guide me away 
from this land of plastic air
​for I wish to be 
a mystic being 
not  packaged 
and put on a shelf. 

No longer shall I be pretty and pink
but with a black crown on my head 
steering my ship with confident ease 
 a smirk on my beautiful face. 

and my curves that you taped 
so neatly 
shall guide me along 
the dark...

oh take me away 
from this cold empty world 
on a ship that's made of hope 
sails of alabaster, guide me away 
from this land of plastic air
​for I wish to be 
a mystic being 
not  packaged 
and put on a shelf. 

No longer shall I be pretty and pink
but with a black crown on my head 
steering my ship with confident ease 
 a smirk on my beautiful face. 

and my curves that you taped 
so neatly 
shall guide me along 
the dark...