[CHORUS]
Poor little puppet
He's got her tied to a string

That poor little thing
She does what he wants
Every time he moves his finger

Poor little puppet

Once she had

A mind of her own
She always had a
Certain way with men


But not so long ago
She met that Romeo

And she hasn't been
The same since then


And I doubt if
She ever will again


[Repeat CHORUS]

She'a a fool

An ordinary fool
She can't tell the
Evil from the good


I tell her every day
That she should break away

But she never seems to
Listen when she should


I guess it's cause her
Head is made of wood


Hurts me so
To see her pushed around
How I wish that I could

Set her free

Time and time again

I'm broken hearted when
I look into the mirror and see
That little puppet looking back at me