PupPet

 
One
I can spell love.
One encounter at a time.
I don't need your heart,
no ones knows how 2 touch mine. 
When you're a PupPet on a string,
you can't see those types of things.
When you're a PupPet bound by strings,
you're just some child's plaything.
Before I found those strings,
I had a target for a heart.
Before I cut those strings,
I was a silly, tangled thing.

CHORUS
You will be swayed.  
Don't let them see your strings.
They will make you do,
so many silly things.                        
You know a PupPet with a heart,
is just a monkey with a phone. 
You might dial my number, 
but I'm sure I won't be home.
So hold unto your heart.      
There's no one's selling spares.
Once that Genies out your bottle.
You're just their PupPet Of Despair.

TWO
Where their rubber heats your road,
burned innocence smells of despair.
You're just a PupPet on some strings.
You can't see these types of things.
They will dangle big promises.       
Ones that mean so much to you.
Then feed you all the words, 
they know just won't come true.
{Are you a monkey bound by string?}
{just some child's plaything?}
You better hold onto your heart.         
Keep it colder than ice.
To burn all those fools, who can't treat you right

THREE 
Now how will you spell love?
Baby pause and take some time.
Don't ever spell that word, 
one encounter at a time.
Until you see your strings.                        
You have a target for a heart.
Until you cut those things,
you're a silly, mangled thing.                                                  
There's never a puppet without those strings.
You're no one's PupPet, once you untangle their schemes