[Lyric] Dance Of The Dolls (Moral)

The room is dusty
You're all standing there
With the heavy makeup
And your brushed-back hair
Your tiny little feet
Are laced up in white shining shoes
While you do the splits
You dream of being
Something else than an exhibit
You think about the big halls
The audience will soon applaud
You'll all be standing there
With all your hidden happiness