Poor Little Puppet

Once he had a mind of his own,

He used to me a man amongst men

Everything went swell, 'till he met that Jezebel

And he hasn't been the same since then,

And I doubt if he ever will again



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Poor little puppet, she's got him tied to a string

That poor little thing, he does what she wants

Every time she pulls her finger

Poor little puppet



He's a fool, an ordinary fool

He can't tell the evil from the good

I tell him every day that he should break away

But he never seems to listen when he should

I guess it's 'cause his head is made of wood



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Hurts me so, to see him pushed around

How I wish that I could set him free

Time and time again, I'm broken hearted when

I look into the mirror and I see,

That little puppet lookin' back at me



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