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You offered me a cigaretteI pirouette with sihlouettes of statuettesWe're ice behind a windowWould you be my widow?Would you even be my wife?Life's not long enough for questionsOf sessions over cakes and coffees.Therapy, I've had enough ofI want to change things overnightBecause I've been alone too longToo long, too long...And you say you understand meWhen I hardly know myselfSo much talk so many theoriesIt's really such a bore for meThe story stays the sameIt goes on and on...What gives you the right to analyze?You paralyze me with your probingIn the end I just agreeMaybe we're just puppets after allLove puppets. (not glove puppets!)Hearts of gold, souls on stringSongtexteMy soul's on a stringLove Puppets! My heart's a shiny gold.Why the tricks?Why the teasers?Can't I even please you for an hour?Won't you simply listen?I've got a lot to say about usAnd plans and things that we could do...(I need you NOW don't leave me...) Aus Songtexte Mania