Cathy Carroll
Poor Little Puppet
Poor little puppetHe's got her tied to a stringThat poor little thingShe does what he wantsEvery time he moves his fingerPoor little puppetOnce she hadA mind of her ownShe always had aCertain way with menBut not so long agoShe met that RomeoAnd she hasn't beenThe same since thenAnd I doubt ifShe ever will againPoor little puppetHe's got her tied to a stringThat poor little thingShe does what he wantsEvery time he moves his fingerPoor little puppetLetras de cancionesShe'a a foolAn ordinary foolShe can't tell theEvil from the goodI tell her every dayThat she should break awayBut she never seems toListen when she shouldI guess it's cause herHead is made of woodHurts me soTo see her pushed aroundHow I wish that I couldSet her freeTime and time againI'm broken hearted whenI look into the mirror and I seeThat little puppet looking back at me
From Letras Mania