Miss Marionette
You sing like a wind chime
Gently hung by the window
And you swing like a stray kite
Pushed whenever the wind blows
Always provoked by the weather
You and your delicate temper
A slave to wherever you’re tethered
Your mother thought you better

Hey Miss Marionette
Don’t lose your head just yet
Hey miss marionette
Don’t lose your head

You fall like an angel
And you break like an antique doll
So elegant and so graceful
You shatter like glass
And resound through the hall
Pretty to look at but hard to enjoy
Sit on the shelf like a decorative toy
Strung up like a puppet and tied to the stage
You twist and you spin
Like an old weathervane
Hey Miss Marionette
Don’t lose your head just yet
Hey Miss Marionette
Don’t lose your head