Puppeteer Just because you tell me I'm beautiful And that I'm worth your while You expect me to feel like the luckiest girl in the worlds I should lower my head, talk less, smile more, be more polite, bend to your will, kiss your feet? I will snap those strings Strap on my six inch heels will be thunder and lightning and fire and every nightmare you are afraid of will be everything you can't handle When you wake up choking on your Kool-Aid of lies, you will not forget the fierce untamable tempestuous wave that swept you away