Love Puppets - The Legendary Pink Dots

You offered me a cigarette, I pirouette… with sihlouettes of statuettes.

We’re ice behind a window.

Would you be my widow?

Would you even be my wife?

Life’s not long enough for questions of sessions over cakes and

coffees.

Therapy, I’ve had enough of — I want to change things overnight,

because I’ve been alone too long.

too long.

too long…

And you say you understand me when I hardly know myself.

So much talk so many theories — it’s really such a bore for me.

The story stays the same — it goes on and on…

What gives you the right to analyze?

You paralyze me with your probing.

In the end I just agree… Maybe we’re just puppets after all.

Love puppets.

(not glove puppets! Hearts of gold, souls on string.

My soul’s on a string… Love Puppets!

My heart’s a shiny gold.)

Why the tricks?

Why the teasers?

Can’t I even please you for an hour?

Won’t you simply listen?

I’ve got a lot to say

about us and plans and things that we could do…

(I need you NOW don’t leave me…)