Puppet On A String
PUPPET ON A STRING
She’s knitting her web
for the incoming fly
she knows what he wants
by the look in his eyes
Lips painted red
stiletto shoes
a sway of the hips
no man can refuse
Every night
when the tower bells ring
she plays with her victim
like a puppet on a string
leaves him wanting more
begging on his knees
every night
Our dear John was hooked
by her wicked glance
he tried his best moves
of his mating dance
Possessed by her spell
it’s useless to fight
like bubbles to the head
she’ll vanish in plain sight
Every night
when the tower bells ring
she plays with her victim
like a puppet on a string
leaves him wanting more
begging on his knees
every night
The hungry and blind
who came here before
traded his soul
when he walked through her door
the misguided fool
ignored all the signs
time after time
after time after time
Every night
when the tower bells ring
she plays with her victim
like a puppet on a string
leaves him wanting more
begging on his knees
every night