I see you driving in your car,
I know you will go really far,
You are a shining star…
Puppet Lady…
I see you at the open mics,
You make people laugh like Dick Van Dyke,
Puppet Lady…
Now your puppet Razel tells
Your stories so smooth,
Mesmerizing with all of your moves,
Puppet Lady…
Laughing children seeing Razel melt down,
Scrunching herself into the ground,
Puppet Lady…
In the end Melodie comes out on top,
she is the Cream of the Crop,
Puppet Lady…
So don't you ever stop,
Puppet Lady…
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