String spun from a spinning wheel made as chains for royalty

Don't you fret young marionette;
I'm sure in time your strings will wear
And then you can make
Your plan to escape; but surely I'm certain you'll just be a puppet without your strings

You were meant for the stage,
You were born to entertain;
You're nothing without your strings
You're meant for chance,
You're born to dance;
Only for a second to see they'd understand

You turned into a doll
Now you're under a spell;
Force to please, force to feed and keep up that act
I can see, Yes I can tell; past the glass behind the mask you're nothing but wooden now

The only thing you'd hear them say

"Oh marionette please give us a dance"
Make it good , make it something they'd never forget
"We only wish to hold your wooden hand"
So these gentlemen can dance with you all night

You were meant for the stage,
You were born to entertain;
You're nothing without your strings
You're meant for chance,
You're born to dance;
Only for a second to see they'd understand

You turned into a doll
Now you're under a spell;
Force to please, force to feed and keep up that act
I can see, Yes I can tell; past the glass behind the mask you're nothing but wooden now

Some say that you are lucky; though I'd know you gladly trade stories
There's always pain behind true beauty; that's something they could never understand

You were meant for the stage,
You were born to entertain;
You're nothing without your strings
You're meant for chance,
You're born to dance;
Only for a second to see they'd understand

"Oh where'd you go dear marionette"
Make it make it something they'd never forget.
" what could they do to have you back"
So they can dance with you all night

You turned into a doll
Now you're under a spell;
Force to please, force to feed and keep up that act
I can see, Yes I can tell; past the glass behind the mask you're nothing but wooden now

Don't you fret young marionette; I'm sure by know your strings have worn
So now you can make your plan to escape; though surely I'm certain you'd still be a puppet without your strings