Titere
Los Yonic's
Puppet
At first you made me your friend and then your lover and without knowing it you played with me behind my back and in front of me, trusting, I gave you my love the best of my life but with every kiss you made a wound in my soul.
In your hands I was a puppet, puppet, a puppet
handled at your whim by your whim
and in your hands I was a puppet, puppet, a puppet
I gave you the best and you took what you wanted.
It was all like a very beautiful dream in which I was a prince the castle that you reigned was my heart trusting, I gave you my love, the best of my life but with every kiss you made a wound in my soul.
In your hands I was a puppet, puppet, a puppet
handled at your whim by your whim
and in your hands I was a puppet, puppet, a puppet
I gave you the best and you took what you wanted
in your hands I was a puppet, puppet, a puppet
handled at your whim by your whim.
