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