Текст: Eels. She Loves A Puppet.

Don't know why she thinks she loves him
Don't go cry, he's just a toy
She calls it only love, her love it is not pure

She loves a puppet
She loves a puppet
And all I can do is cry

Got no soul, only a haircut
He's no man, barely a boy
Why can't she understand that I am her true love

She loves a puppet
She loves a puppet

He's made of flesh and blood
His footsteps make a heavy thud
His porch light's on but no one is home

I'd love to make her mine
But I have to wonder why

She loves a puppet
She loves a puppet
She loves a puppet
She loves a puppet
And all that I can do is cry