You sing like a wind chime Gently hung by the window And you swing like a stray kite Pushed whenever the wind blows Always provoked by the weather You and your delicate temper A slave to wherever you're tethered Your mother thought you better Hey Miss Marionette Don't lose your head just yet Hey miss marionette Don't lose your head You fall like an angel And you break like an antique doll So elegant and so graceful You shatter like glass And resound through the hall Pretty to look at but hard to enjoy Sit on the shelf like a decorative toy Strung up like a puppet and tied to the stage You twist and you spin Like an old weathervane Hey Miss Marionette Don't lose your head just yet Hey Miss Marionette Don't lose your head Hey Miss Marionette Don't lose your head just yet Hey Miss Marionette Don't lose your head