[Chorus:]
Poor little puppet
He's got her tied to a string
That poor little thing
She does what he wants
Every time he moves his finger
Poor little puppet
Once she had
A mind of her own
She always had a
Certain way with men
But not so long ago
She met that Romeo
And she hasn't been
The same since then
And I doubt if
She ever will again
[Repeat chorus]
She'a a fool
An ordinary fool
She can't tell the
Evil from the good
I tell her every day
That she should break away
But she never seems to
Listen when she should
I guess it's cause her
Head is made of wood
Hurts me so
To see her pushed around
How I wish that I could
Set her free
Time and time again
I'm broken hearted when
I look into the mirror and see
That little puppet looking back at me