(N. Walusko)
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She doesn't love, she doesn't hate,
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She doesn't even have a heart for you to break
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And she can think, who ever knew?
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So much for thinking all her thoughts just come from you
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Li'l Ms. Puppet Grrl of candy and plaster
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Little puppet girl: it's those strings they're after
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Is she a doll, is she alive,
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Is she a miracle of modern CGI?
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And what I'd give to be like her,
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A sideways figure eight, the eye of Jupiter--pop that
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Li'l Ms. Puppet Grrl, all candied and plastered
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Little puppet girl: it's the strings I'm after
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All the other girls are sugar and plastic
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All the other grrls will get their licks
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You don't have to have no silicone magic
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Or nothing they can fix
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Is she a doll, is she alive,
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Is she a miracle of modern CGI?
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Claymation tears sparkle like stars
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Stop-motion crickets singing on the moons of Mars for the
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Li'l Ms. Puppet Grrl, all candied and plastered
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A holiday TV world and no stings to attach her
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And no strings will attach her...
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Puppet Grrls R Go
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| Wondermints |
