(Verse 1)
Sunrise paints the porch a hazy gold, same as yesterday
Coffee's brewin', rooster's crowed, another brand new mornin' sway
But somethin' felt a little off, the air a little thin
Three women at the breakfast table, but, darlin', you weren't in.
Said you run off with your mama, gone to see the tulip show But Bobby's eyes, they looked like gravel, said "That ain't how it goes."
(Chorus)
Blow up Chloe, that's what they call you now
Shiny plastic smile, don't know your name, don't know how To make a man feel wanted, not just something to behold
Blow up Chloe, in this story, you're a story left untold.
Guess a heart can only break so many times in this old game
Now they've replaced the real thing, with a plastic, hollow fame.
Used to braid your raven hair, beneath the willow tree
Share secrets whispers in the night, just you and me and he.
We'd sing along with Patsy Kline, our voices soft and low Now it's just the squeak of plastic, when the wind begins to blow.
Heard Betty say he calls you
"doll," and dresses you in lace Says you never argue, never fuss, never take up any space.
(Outro)
Blow up Chloe, lying in the sun Wonder if anyone, remembers the real one.
Yeah, the real one, Chloe...oh, where did you go?
Blow up...chloe.
Blow up Chloe.