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Marie Annette Marie Annette Sits quietly in the corner Hands folded in her lap Steadfast face, and eyes of glass Her skin made of the finest china Her hair is faux, and her lips are painted And her dress is the softest silk Marie Annette is sitting alone in the dark Waiting for someone to pull her strings It doesn’t matter who her master is She will follow him blindly Marie Annette lives up to her name For like a puppet she moves ever so frigidly Doing whatever dance her puppeteer asks of her No matter what task he wants If he says “jump” she doesn’t even ask How high she needs to go She merely thrusts herself right in the air, Obedient Marie Annette With just a flick of his finger Marie Annette goes through fire and flood And if her master commands her so Marie Annette will spill some blood Pull her strings, oh Master Pull her strings tonight Make your puppet dance She loves you master, treat her right Use her, but treat her tenderly Control her, but be gentle Take her away, but to a happy place **** her, but love her too Marie, Marie, Marie Annette Tiny, petite, lovely young thing Marionette, Marionette, Marionette She’s all alone in this show That is exactly how love is Life is a marionette puppet show Lovers are Marie and Master Together Forever
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Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 4:21 PM UTC
Marie Annette
Marie Annette Marie Annette Sits quietly in the corner Hands folded in her lap Steadfast face, and eyes of glass Her skin made of the finest china Her hair is faux, and her lips are painted And her dress is the softest silk Marie Annette is sitting alone in the dark Waiting for someone to pull her strings It doesn’t matter who her master is She will follow him blindly Marie Annette lives up to her name For like a puppet she moves ever so frigidly Doing whatever dance her puppeteer asks of her No matter what task he wants If he says “jump” she doesn’t even ask How high she needs to go She merely thrusts herself right in the air, Obedient Marie Annette With just a flick of his finger Marie Annette goes through fire and flood And if her master commands her so Marie Annette will spill some blood Pull her strings, oh Master Pull her strings tonight Make your puppet dance She loves you master, treat her right Use her, but treat her tenderly Control her, but be gentle Take her away, but to a happy place **** her, but love her too Marie, Marie, Marie Annette Tiny, petite, lovely young thing Marionette, Marionette, Marionette She’s all alone in this show That is exactly how love is Life is a marionette puppet show Lovers are Marie and Master Together Forever
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maria
American
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 4:21 PM UTC
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