Poor Little Puppet 歌词

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 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 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 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 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