Puppet master
You're a puppet master,
You hold the strings to my heart,
Swinging it up and down,
Stomping on it like your second pavement
You Spin my heart like a merry-go-round and stop mid-way,
You push me away and pull me closer when...
You hold the strings to my heart,
Swinging it up and down,
Stomping on it like your second pavement
You Spin my heart like a merry-go-round and stop mid-way,
You push me away and pull me closer when...