Our house is clean
My socks are nearly clean
For seven years I've been the nicest girl I've ever seen
My mummy holds my hand
When I go into town
I understand it now lots of bad people hanging round
Staring at my eyes a plastic girl with a sad smile
Charity girl charity girl what are you doing there
She drags me on
She won't explain to me
The girl with pinky legs and those metal sticks
What is she doing here doesn't her mummy care
Is this some punishment why can't she be my friend
Staring at my eyes a plastic girl with a sad smile
Charity girl charity girl I want to be your friend
I'm older now
My house is such a mess
My brain is such a mess and I hate myself
When I go into town
My girl is missing now
Feels like I've lost a friend now that pathos is unsound
Staring at my eyes a plastic girl with a sad smile
Charity girl charity girl I know you had to go