you're dancing to her tune;
she licks those beautiful red lips,
you fall into a swoon.
You're her little marionette,
she treats you like a toy;
she's tangled all your wires, you're
her wooden puppet-boy...
She's got you on her puppet strings, you're dancing to her tune; she licks those beautiful red lips, you fall into a swoon. You're her little marionette, she treats you like a toy; she's tangled all your wires, you're her wooden puppet-boy... Author notesTitle Prompt: puppet-boy by Polaja. In a list
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