don't know why
she thinks she loves him
don't go cry
he's just a toy


she calls it only love
her love it is not pure


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
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
she loves a puppet
and all that i can do is cry