Musical
She's carefully calculating every step she takes
Every bounce that causes the eye to slide towards her chest
Every careful leg lift that causes light to roll down her leg like a silken stocking
She's what we know as a puppet-master. A seducer.
She's twisted his hair into a cruel leash of adoration
But he still doesn't believe it
We have a word for this, and the word is stupid
Pinocchio was a myth, Little Clown-Puppet
Puppets can't live without their strings
You can't live without her you said
But you're living now and she's left you
Don't offer me your strings
I won't take them
Puppet Masters don't touch each other's puppets
Except she snared you away
I know what she promised to you
Someday she's going to dust you off from the corner she set you in
She's going to retouch the paint that she scratched off when you two played in the past
She's going to replace those little skates she thought were so cute at the time
And you're going to let her.
You're going to encourage her.
I'm a puppet master from the shadows
And we have never seen her like in the spotlight
My dark shadows hold nothing against the light
So don't run to me, Little Clown
If you run to me she'll only want you back
To play with
Her mark on you glows still in the shadow
She's looking for you and it won't help if you clap for her
From the seats and the shadows
She can see you out in the seats and she wants to make you dance
She can see you dancing and she wants to hold your strings again
Little Clown-Puppet, can you not see that you can't dance for me any longer?
The music plays but it's not yours anymore, or even mine
You thought you used to play the strings
But now they play you