Livin' Doll

Hey, Santa
Why don't you listen to me?
Well, let me tell you about the present I want underneath my Christmas tree
Five foot five or maybe six or seven
A sweet little dream a-sent right from heaven
Ah, Santa
I want a livin' doll

Hey, Santa
What else can I do?
Well, I'm a-writin' you this letter 'cause I'm lookin' for a girl that's true
A-well, I can't find a one with a heart of gold
So I lookin' for a girl made of nuts and bolts
Ah, Santa
I want a livin' doll

When I wind her up and turn the key
Will she say that she always will love me?
When her eyes start to glow with electric li-i-i-ight
Well is she programed to kiss me, to hug me, to hold me tight?

Yeah, hey, Santa
I hope that you understand
I want a do-it-yourself, put-together doll who'll think I'm grand
Well, just a sweet little robot made of tubes and wires
With one little sparkle set my heart on fire
Ah, Santa
I want a livin' doll

Yeah, hey, Santa
I want a livin' doll
I want a livin' doll