How many sets of her parents are dead
How many times is she an orphan
Came out her mother plump at her corners like a bag of goldfish
Shirley Temple, cry for us
Left on a doorstep alone in the world
Wrapped in a blanket like the Atlantic
Father lost at sea, every gull has a chunk of her mom in its beak
Shirley Temple, cry for us
There will be war, you'll get no lunch
Dry and dry, a perfect desert
Shirley Temple, what do you think of to make you cry
Fake tears, they fall in black and white
Cries so wet that her hair uncurls
The rag's a ringlet, the curl is a wave
On the ocean surface a fake tear filling her eye
For her unseen dead father
Who when he isn't dead he is gone across the water
Shirley temple, cry for us
There will be war, you'll get no lunch
Your goldfish are dead, they're swimming towards the ocean now
Shirley Temple, what do you think of to make you cry
Fake tears, they fall in black and white
Fake tears, they star in black and white
Shirley Temple, what do you think of to make you cry
Fake tears, they fall in black and white
Fake tears, they star in black and white