Anna Martin-Hill
My strings Threaded around each of your limbs I control your every movement And I laugh at your ignorance
My pretty little puppet Doing whatever your puppeteer wants Oh, how stupid you are As if purposely turning your head To the monster I am
Moving the strings along I make you dance for me I make you sing for me And once the strings are cut You still dance You still sing
You’re forever my little puppet
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