She Loves A Puppet

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