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
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