She Loves A Puppet

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 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 is home I'd love to make her mine But I have to wonder why She loves a puppet She loves a puppet She loves a puppet She loves a puppet And all that I can do is cry