PUPPET ON A STRING

She’s knitting her web

for the incoming fly

she knows what he wants

by the look in his eyes

Lips painted red

stiletto shoes

a sway of the hips

no man can refuse

Every night

when the tower bells ring

she plays with her victim

like a puppet on a string

leaves him wanting more

begging on his knees

every night

Our dear John was hooked

by her wicked glance

he tried his best moves

of his mating dance

Possessed by her spell

it’s useless to fight

like bubbles to the head

she’ll vanish in plain sight

Every night

when the tower bells ring

she plays with her victim

like a puppet on a string

leaves him wanting more

begging on his knees

every night

The hungry and blind

who came here before

traded his soul

when he walked through her door

the misguided fool

ignored all the signs

time after time

after time after time

Every night

when the tower bells ring

she plays with her victim

like a puppet on a string

leaves him wanting more

begging on his knees

every night