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 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 is home
I'd love to make her mine
But I have to wonder why
She loves a puppet
She loves a puppet
She loves a puppet
She loves a puppet
And all that I can do is cry

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