Glass Figurine Lyrics - Singles - Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

You've got me sitting on your mantle like a little glass figurine 

Why must you be so mean? 

Don't you know I've got better things to do? 

I'm like a mail order product from a housekeeping magazine 

How utterly embarrassing 

Well, lady, I'm not going to dance that dance 

Let the giraffes do it, let the sad clown cry 

Your porcelain kisses are not going to turn me shy 

No, I'm not your little boy, your rosy cheeked joy 

Though the thought of you makes me sanguine 

I'll do anything you want but I won't be your glass figurine 

Let the giraffes do it, let the sad clown cry 

Your porcelain kisses are not going to turn me shy 

No, I'm not your little boy, your rosy cheeked joy 

Though the thought of you makes me sanguine 

I'll do anything you want but I won't be your glass figurine