Ma Fave Dollie

This one's a rock'n'roll song.

(Part 1:)

She hearts gettin' stripped down by me,

the way I dress her for her gigs,

the way I parade her around

and say: "Isn't she beautiful!?"

She hearts being a part of my

giant collection so that I,

ha, can help her get outta there

playin' Truth Or Dare.

(Chorus 1:)

Cause she's my dollie,

my fave dollie;

my dollie,

my sweet dollie.

She's my dollie,

my fave dollie. (Ah.)

Now I know what it's like to be named Kenneth.

Oh oh oh oh...

(Part 2:)

She feets that strapless bathin' suit

as much as I underbelly it,

that blue dress makes me lose my mind,

those piano shoes - my, oh my...

Those freckles make me unable

to close my mouth for a spell.

Breeders gonna murder and breed

and harvest what they seed.

(Chorus 2:)

For she's my dollie,

my fave dollie;

(Hm.) my dollie,

my sweet dollie.

She's my dollie,

my fave dollie. (Thehe.)

Now I know what it's like to be named Kenneth.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

(Chorus 3:)

She's my dollie,

my fave dollie;

my dollie,

my sweet dollie.

She's my dollie,

my fave dollie. (Ha!)

Now I know what it's like to be named Kenneth.

One more time!

She's my dollie,

my fave dollie;

my dollie,

my sweet dollie.

She's my dollie,

my fave dollie.

Now I know what it's like to be named Kenneth.

Yeah, now I know what it's like to be named Kenneth.

Now I know what it's like to be named Kenneth.