She
JENNIFER CONDOS, MARK O. EVERETT
Don't know why
She thinks she loves him
Don't go try
He's just a toy
She calls it only love
Her love it is not pure
[CHORUS]
She loves a puppet
She loves a puppet
And all that I can do is cry
Got no soul
Only a haircut
He's no man
Barely a boy
Why can't she understand
That I am her true love
She loves a puppet
He's made of flesh and blood
His footsteps make a heavy thud
His porch light's on
But no one's home
I'd love to make her mine
But I have to wonder why
She loves a puppet
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