She's a puppet at your whim
Pulling her strings, you make her dance
She's porcelain, flawless and slim
Her hopes full of romance
You control her, she's a fragile thing
Her strings fastened to your hand
She looks at you like a king
Move your fingers, she's at your command
She was broken from the past
You fould the pieces, you made her whole
She's a puppet but your last
You're her puppet too, in her control
Little puppets side by side
You're strung together, groom and bride