Don't know why
She thinks she loves him
Don't go cry

He's just a toy

She calls it only love

Her love it is not pure

She loves a puppet

She loves a puppet
And all that i can do is cry


Got no soul
Only a haircut
He's no man

Barely a boy

Why can't she understand

That i am her true love

She loves a puppet

She loves a puppet

He's made of flesh and blood

His footsteps make a heavy thud
His porch light's on
But no one's home


I'd love to make her mine
But i have to wonder why


She loves a puppet
She loves a puppet

And all that i can do is cry