Poor Little Puppet - Cathy Carroll

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

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

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 I see

That little puppet looking back at me