Marionette, your dress is all wet

Did someone leave you outside in the rain,

Or is it the 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

with the bright rouge all faded and

the smile almost cracked

Now that you've come back?

Back to the toy shop by Brandenburg Gate

I hope not too late

'Cause my hands are much stiffer

Than they were when first 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.

Writer : WEBB, JIMMY L
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing