Threading, weaving, pulling on the strings
Come Strung Along to The Ballad of The Puppet Queen
You knew just what strings to pull...
Caught alive in the spiders web,
How her prey falls like flys to her puppet's show
And what a beautiful puppet The Queen had made
A lovely doll, crafted perfectly
Carved out of your every whim;
An image of the princess you wish you had been.
Her smile, her eyes, her touch... it felt so real...
No one could see the strings from on high, out of view
The doll danced and played and put on a show
Lured in by her charm, the prey is strung along like so...
Strung along, strung along...
You knew what heart's strings to pull...
Tangled up in your mess
Strings across strings across strings...
A spiders dance
8 legs threading, weaving, pulling on the strings
What a beautiful doll she had made...
Come Strung Along to The Ballad of The Puppet Queen
Her envy for her own brings cravings for full heart's feast
A heart strung along... To the Ballad of The Puppet Queen
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