Marionette

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.