Marionette, your dress is all wet,
Did someone leave you outside in the rain,
Or is it pain
That makes all the puppet tears
Roll down your cheek,
Or does the roof leak?
Marionette, how could you forget?
I told you your bright shining varnish would peel,
And how does it feel
Witht the bright rouge all faded and
The smile almost cracked
Now that'you've come back?
Back to the toy shop by Brandenburge Gate,
I hope not too late
'Cause my hand are much stiffer
Than they were when I
Painted your eyes.
Marionette, no you're not finished yet;
I'll mend you and make you like new,
Paint your eyes blue,
And make you as young as I was myself,
And there on the shelf…
You'll sit till the Puppet Man
Comes round again.
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