Little wooden doll

Carved with a chisel
Shaped to perfect form
This little wooden doll
Takes the world by storm
Pink blush on her cheeks
Red paint on her lips
So perfectly puckered
You just want to kiss
Her hair so blonde
So long and so soft
The girl finds the dolly
Brings her down from the loft
Every day they play
So happy, so chilled
The girl don't know the secret
The souls the doll killed
They whisper at night
In her ear as she dream
She wakes in a sweat
To the sound of their screams
The doll sits there staring
So innocently sweet
No one would think
She's thhe reason their ends meet
Now the girls older
The doll she gives away
She's lucky she lived
To see another day
In a stall the doll waits
For a lady to empty her purse
So she can slip upon her
The deadliest curse