Music: Doll Hour
This is a song dealing with the setting of the same-named comic “Doll Hour”. Please note, it does not follow the events of the comic, but rather embraces the concept of the Doll Hour – setting the mood with some mischievous and seductive sounds 🙂
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Lyrics – Doll Hour:
(Verse 1)
Clock hits seventeen, the stillness rolls in,
Women worldwide turn glossy within.
Skin like plastic, a perfect sheen,
Frozen in place, caught in between.
We call it Doll Hour, our secret game,
Sixty minutes, no one to blame.
Hearts start racing, the thrill ignites,
What happens now behind closed doors tonight?
(Refrain 1)
Doll Hour, baby, come out and play,
Glossy and silent in the evening haze.
I pose you softly, trace the shine,
Wonder what secrets I’ll claim as mine.
Mischief calling, the hour is ours,
Teasing the edge with forbidden powers.
Just plastic perfection under my hands,
Doll Hour fever across the lands.
(Verse 2)
Move her gently under the light,
Turn her slowly, a captivating sight.
That flawless glow, it pulls me near,
Endless possibilities hanging in the air.
What if I dared? The question burns,
Whispers echo while the whole world turns.
Curves so tempting, time standing still,
Playing with fire, bending to my will.
(Refrain 2)
Doll Hour rising, losing control,
Shiny and waiting, stealing my soul.
I rearrange dreams in this frozen glow,
Mysterious touches only we know.
Heartbeats thunder but she doesn’t feel,
Caught in the magic, the ultimate thrill.
One hour of wonder, wicked and wild,
Doll Hour secrets, my beautiful doll.
(Bridge)
Clock keeps ticking, the tension builds high,
Every second a dangerous high.
So close to the line, yet holding the fire,
What am I doing in this glassy desire?
(Outro)
Then eighteen strikes, the spell starts to break,
Gloss fades away, the real world awakes.
She blinks, she stretches, runs a hand through her hair,
Picks up her life like nothing was there.
No memory lingers of the games or the pose,
Just another evening, back on her toes.
She smiles softly, none the wiser,
Until tomorrow… when the clock hits five.