the puppet man
the puppet man

pulls on the prompting
strings
he makes good use of the
things
them dolls answering to his
rings
how well he handles the
strings

the puppet man
the puppet man

oh yeah he's got a tight
*****
influencing what the dolls do on his
pew
all of them dancing along in
review
ever he'll call with the strong
*****

the puppet man
the puppet man

manipulating the dolls every which
way
he has them co-opted by his
sway
coercive the show's tugging
display
so he'll obtain his own
way

the puppet man
the puppet man

a
stellar
hotshot
all
the
dolls
working
for
his
spot

Amanda dish
rag tell
her tag
yet her
scrumptious immortal
date bag
told of
a tree
once harbinger
of seedling
if apostrophe
a jeering
speech that
answers the
question of
a Bosnian
ax grinder

It's in the little blue house
All the way in its peak
Is where you'll find my soul melting
Dying for the one up there.
It's in the big blue sky
In its rainbow and clouds
That's where you'll find his lovely eyes
Waiting for mine to spot his.

I want to have you back
but I'm afraid to take the risks

I love you still, it's a fact
but it's the painful part I don't miss

I learned my lesson the hard way
and it's not the kind of spot I wanted to stay

I'm in the verge of believing your words
as if my heart has it's own accords

But then the moment you change your mind again,
where will I be next?
For sure, I won't definitely put that to the test.

I'm sorry but I'm not brave enough to take things through
but then, ARE YOU?