I'm the puppet, you the puppeteer
A master in how you control and steer
But the problem with being a puppet doll
Is that we don't know love at all
We simply do what you need
And hear ever plead
When we try to walk away
It's you that gets the last say
It's always I love you, said just the same
As if it's some sort of game
Of cat and mouse
But I'm a puppet, so you tightened the strings
Once you saw them you clipped my wings
Captivated by that siren song
It's okay I'll follow along