The Big Dollhouse by Hairspray
I gotta get out, I gotta get out, I gotta get out
How'd I get in this slammer
This cooler, this Big Dollhouse
Alright, ladies, welcome to the 'Big Dollhouse'
For those of you new to the Baltimore Women's House of Detention
Think of me as a mother, one who eats her young
Locked up with all these lowlife women
And horizontal stripes ain't exactly slimmin'
Is there anybody here who can dry clean my blouse?
It's the maid's day off in the Big Dollhouse
Lady justice, where have you gone?
Oh, Wilbur, check, I think I left the iron on
Did you see corny laughing, I could murder that louse
Honey, that'll get you life in the Big Dollhouse
Big house, locked up here in the pen
Big house, no phone, no food, no men
I need a conjugal visit from my loving spouse
Honey, just drop the soap in the Big Dollhouse
Yoo hoo, my stomach's a little sour
I haven't had food in over an hour
You just had a pizza, six burgers, a mouse
There's no food left in the Big Dollhouse
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