come down from that high, b/c i can see through you

Go ahead

Go ahead and put yourself in the arms of a China doll

Skin like moon from a bottle
Dark eyes and silky hair, perfectly streaked with boutique gold
She moves in a swirl of affected flirtatiousness
Two-dimensional coyness in the round
It’s hard to tell where the saccharine laughter ends and her personality begins
But I can see how you taste her with your eyes

She has all the cute mannerisms down pat
Knowing how to use the little niceties of hand and voice that some men eat up
She wears a vapid mask, pouts with feigned innocence
She’s vanilla sex in a shimmery pink dress
For you with accessorize with
Your stash of romantic comedy clichés and
The cheap swagger you stole from gangster flicks

Your professions of romantic cynicism are only a cover for what you really wanted:
The Asian girl who can play the damsel role
Whose convenient headaches wrap her against your shoulder,
Letting you feel as though your wit and charm alone can cure her
Someone who bolsters your precious ego with a simpering smile
That promises adoration superficial

I thought you knew better than
To model yourself after a music video
What makes you desire the kind of naïve love and
so-called suffering as conveyed in a 4-minute song?
What is it that makes you seek this vacant womanhood?
Is it because she is too demure to ever pull down your pants
And realize that she needs a magnifying glass to find your manhood?

It disappoints me that you prefer
An ersatz romance that exists in your head
But I’ve learned to respect my own bed
I won’t apologize for my fears and flaws
I’m not sorry that intelligence drops from my jaws
Because I refuse to be confused with plastic
I won’t be sheathed in frills, ill with what other people think an Asian girl should be

But let me tell you something
She may have been raised to please but
She’s more than just the sugary gaze that she makes herself out to be
And she’s not going to be all dress up and games
One day she’s going to want to be real
And you are no Blue Fairy
But a puppet, pulled by the strings of insecurity,
Enslaved by hazy fantasies

So go ahead

Go ahead and dance with your China doll

Because I won’t be anything but a real girl
And I’m going to find myself
A real man