Puppetmaster

Her own little puppet, making him dance, making him sing.

Controlling him as he were a little doll,
Come little puppet, she says, as she pulls the string

The perfect idea of a lover, and maybe a friend
The monster she were, the freak of nature
Come little puppet, she says, as he hopes for it to end.

But one day he'll get tired of her sick, little game
He'll hurl away the strings, ready to take aim
Goodbye little master, he said, 'cause the heart she couldn't tame.