The Puppet by Tracey George Nov 2009

Pull my strings, and i will obey,
poor puppet has'nt a choice today,
cos if i dont you will yell away,
like a disturbed and tortured child.

Ive said my vows, now that i am yours,
but don't dictate to me my chores,
my life is mine to rearrange,
these strings are mine to play,

Pull my strings and i will dance
i have to jig and i have to prance
to your very will, i heed your way
and never have the chance to say.

How i really feel, How you hurt my heart,
when you dictate to me, and control my part

in our everyday little family
a slave for all from day to day.