

The stage is set,
the wooden floorboards creak
I used to dance
but didn't dare to speak
You held the crossbar high above my head
And made me jump at every word you said But look,
the wooden joints are going to fray (ooh-lah-lah) I'm stepping out,
I'm finding my own play
I'm cutting the threads,
I'm snapping the wire!
(ha!) I'm throwing the master's hand in the fire!
I pull my own strings,
I'm taking the crown
No one is ever
gonna look down!
The wooden crowd is staring in surprise
To see a doll
with fire in her eyes
No painted grin can hide the truth today
The puppet master's left with no more play
I'm cutting the threads,
I'm snapping the wire!
(ha!) I'm throwing the master's hand in the fire!
I pull my own strings,
I'm taking the crown
No one is ever
gonna look down!
I pull... my own...
strings (shhh)