Muddy Water Dancing

She pulls the puppets strings; and as he’s jerking all about; She throws her voice to make him talk, with his face held in a pout. He forgets that he’s a puppet; while out there on the stage; The audience is pleased with him; he’s the up and coming rage. The puppet sings a love song; with the strings he’s made to dance; He’s made to speak the saddest words; about his lost romance. Everybody sighs and giggles; but quietly under breath They know this is a tragedy; they’re waiting for what’s left. The puppet thinks he’s living; but the puppeteer don’t care; She controls what’s going on and in this play there is no fair. Dancing for the devil; he calls this little act; Existing in a make believe; there’s nothing more than that. Every night at bed time; the woman gives a smile; She pokes him with a fingernail recently just filed. And with a monotone that’s frigid; she says it’s time to hit the sack; So she opens up her luggage bag; and then she puts him back.