Topless figures stand without legs
Wearing the piece at which you pay
Closing hours, the lights turn black
In the window, still staring back
Limbs are ripped off, they bear no skin
Plastic souls hold a blank look within
Tagging the price, you carry on home
After leaving, it watches you go
Walking past what grabs attention
Selling happiness with no expression
Register amounts of what it's worth
Next in line to know it sees you first
Limbs are ripped off, they bear no skin
Plastic souls hold a blank look within
Tagging the price, you carry on home
After leaving, it watches you go