The Puppet Song - The Four Seasons

I’m like a puppet hanging on a string

With a snap of her finger how I come a running

You pick me up and then you let me down

All I know is you’d better find yourself another clown

Hey little girl the time has come to say

That I’ve got to take my love away

Every day that I remain

I know I just can’t take the pain that you will cause inside my fool heart

I was a plaything that you could enjoy

Can’t you see that I’m a real boy

If you think I’m made of wood

Then won’t you tell me why my life is shattered all to pieces

I’m like a puppet hanging on a string

With a snap of her finger how I come a running

You pick me up and then you let me down

All I know is you’d better find yourself another clown

How long can I act like a marionette

You’ve been fooling since we have met

Just how long do you think I can go on giving when I’m getting nothing in return

Baby, baby you took everything

And you gave me nothing in return but heartache

Baby, baby you’ve gotta break the string

I’m a real man now I’m not a wooden puppet

(Baby, baby you took everything)

(And you gave me nothing in return but heartache)

(Baby, baby you’ve gotta break the string)

(I'm a real man now I’m not a wooden puppet)