You're Prettier When You Smile

Puppet I am

Puppet I'll be

Puppet the name

That wholly is me


You can't see my strings

You can't see my scars

All you see is my smile

On a jumble of parts


They say "Dance!", and I'll dance

They say "Sing!", and I'll sing

And forever I'll obey

Until they cut the string


Then down the floor

With a clatter I'll fall

And "Goodbye dear Puppet!"

Will be their last call


My body will lay

In a heap on the floor

My soul, it is trapped

Puppet forevermore

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