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Puppets
Verse 1:
What is that look upon your face
A simple mood, or have I fallen from grace
Don't you tell me nothing is wrong
but just how long should this be goin' on
Chorus:
Is the sky too grey, did your milk taste bad today
Did I fail in bed, was it something I have said
Was it something I have said...
Here we go on and on again
The same old game of me to blame, of me to blame
Here I go jumping round your bed, oh stupid me
'cause you're the king, and I'm your puppet on a string
Verse 2:
Is it so hard to understand
The situation's getting out of hand
But maybe there's something I have missed
A brand new love, that's why you look so pissed
Did I drive you mad, am I wearing the wrong hat
Tell me what to do, should I paint the grey sky blue
The grey sky blue...
I wish I could look into your head
And read your thoughts but so instead, but so instead
Here we go on and on again
The same old game , where you're the king
And I'm a puppet on a string
I'm a puppet on a string
I'm a puppet on a string
Chorus 2:
Should I leave or stay, should I kiss your blues away
Tell me what to do, I do anything for you, yes anything
'cause I'm your ...
Just like a puppet on a string
You keepin' me , just hangin on
Now hear my song
Just like a puppet on a string
Now can't you see you're killing me
oh oh
Just like your puppet on a string
For end this game you always win
And I'm your puppet on a string
I'm your puppet on a string
Another sad song
And I'm sitting alone
with my guitar slightly out of tune
and it's a loving night in june.
And I try to write a song
With a happy summer melody
like I have tried so many times before
Chorus:
But I can't really tell you, what is wrong
but all that comes out is another sad song
maybe it's because I slept too long
and nobody called me on the phone.
Maybe I should hit town, have some fun
do small-talk and drink, 'til the morning sun
maybe I should buy a brand-new dress
or learn a useful game like chess.
Verse 2:
No I can't really tell you,
what is wrong
but all that comes out is another sad song
maybe it's because I slept too long
and nobody called me at the phone
Maybe I should hit town have some fun
do small-talk and drink, 'til the morning sun
maybe I should buy a brand-new dress
or learn a useful game like chess.
Another lonely night turns to day
with another hair of mine, turning gray
No I can't really tell you
just what is wrong, my dear,
but still what comes out is
another sad song.
