In a big store he saw her special shine
The most wonderful puppet you ever could find
Her dress and her hair and beautiful eyes
Was all what his heart truly desired
He brought her home and handled with care
Shared with her life, his joy and despair
They laughed so much and played nice games
Called each other with funny, sweet names
The days passed in cuddle and snuggle
But around the corner was comming a trouble
With time her beautiful dress became so worn
Unkempt hair and pale face now he looked with scorn
With whispered "sorry" he put her in box
And went to a toy-store away just few blocks
So happy, excited he brought few new toys
Blonde and Brunette, brand new exotic dolls
In her dark lonely chamber she could heard them laugh
Imagined games they're playing and all funny stuff
Her little plush heart was broken, but only thing she could cling
Was the most heartfelt love song to her he used to sing
That was the day when died little Puppet on String
