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Put me in a box on a shelf Send me to hell Might as well Ain't no bubbles in my spell I made it as clear as a ding on a bell What do you want? Should I yell? Just as quick as your love rose and fell How long will it last? Only time will tell Well, hell What you see It don't come from me Your reality pulls my strings Oh, it makes me sing My lips are from your childhood My ribs are from your mother's drawer You got my pull string by the cord I'm your puppet, your princess, your toy What you see, it don't come from me Your reality pulls my strings Oh, it makes me sing SongtexteWithout even loading the gun of love I keep dodging your bullets without a try When I awake from the hurricane The gun in my hand is just my rain No such thing as a good love Aus Songtexte Mania