She's a puppet on strings
Forever waiting for the master's touch
She makes him feel like a king
Still hoping for his love so much
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Puppet Master
She's a puppet on strings
Forever waiting for the master's touch
She makes him feel like a king
Still hoping for his love so much
Being forced to do his bidding
He winds her threads forever tighter
Her beating heart keeps skipping
Fearing he may set her on fire with a cigarette lighter
She sees the light when he wants to
Hidden and locked up in the closet
Thinking: I hope this isn't the real you
But knowing she'll never see the sunset
She's feels grounded like the tree
Who gave the wood to set her free
But paint starts to fade like her dreams of being a real girl
Strings start to ravel and her hair loses it's curls
She doesn't feel pretty anymore
Pleasing him now is nothing but a chore
She knows she'll be forever his marionette
Her only escape is waiting for the day
Until she's broken, tangled up and thrown away