He twirls the strings
And she moves accordingly
She dances to his tune
Sings to his melody

He bends a finger
And she sits down quietly
She stays silent
She keeps mum

He raises his hand**
And she stands at attention
She follows suit
She smiles...

Maybe they both have not realised
But he has got her
Wrapped around his fingers
For he is the puppeteer...

And her...
His willing puppet