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Feb 2017
She's my puppet, hopeless figure bound to me.
Pull this string that string make the ***** dance
She'll always do what I ask.
Like a marionette I hooked her by faking it pretending
I'd marry her...NOT.

If she doesn't do what I ask I'll just hurl her in a corner
back her into her room till she's wishing for a coroner.
Laugh at her pain, make sure I twist every emotion she has to be about me. I'm her puppet master. No I'm her master.
Pull this string that string make the ***** dance.

You almost died giving me a son? Sorry puppet you're still a *****. This pay check no puppet it's not for you. Baby doesn't have diapers well the master doesn't have what he needs. That's right don't you dare object.
Pull this string that string make the ***** dance.

What do you think you're doing puppet you can't live without these strings. Get back here yeah that's right you Cant Understand Normal Thinking. You try to leave puppet and master will take everything. Where ever you go puppet I'll still be your master that's right no matter what I can...

Pull this string that string make the ***** dance.
Annabel Lee
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Annabel Lee
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