of me to blame, of me to blame.
Here I go jumping round the bed,
a stupid me,
'cause you're the king,
and I'm your puppet on a string, and I'm your puppet on a string.
Is it so hard to understand,
this situation is getting out of here,
but maybe there's something I've missed,
a brandnew love,
that's why you look so pissed.
Did I drive you mad in my wearing that old hat,
tell me what to do,
should I paint the grey sky blue, the grey sky blue?
I wish I could look into your head,
and read your thoughts,
they're so instead, they're so instead.
Here we go on and on again,
the same old game,
when you're the king,
and I'm your puppet on a string,
I'm your puppet on a string,
I'm your puppet on a string.
Ouhou..
Should I leave or stay,
should I kiss your blues away,
tell me what to do,
I do anything for you,
do anything, 'cause I'm not.
I#m just like your puppet on a string,
you've cupet me,
just hanging on,
now hear my song,
I'm just like a puppet on a string,
oh can't you see,
you're killin' me.
Ouhou... well I've had the thought to leave...
I'm just like your puppet on a string,
for in this game,
you always win,
I'm your puppet on a string, I'm your puppet on a string.