You offered me a cigarette, I pirouette... with sihlouettes of statuettes. We're ice behind a window. Would you be my widow? Would you even be my wife? Life's not long enough for questions of sessions over cakes and coffees. Therapy, I've had enough of - I want to change things overnight, because I've been alone too long.. too long.. too long... And you say you understand me when I hardly know myself. So much talk so many theories - it's really such a bore for me. The story stays the same - it goes on and on... What gives you the right to an*lyze? You paralyze me with your probing. In the end I just agree... Maybe we're just puppets after all. Love puppets. (not glove puppets! Hearts of gold, souls on string. My soul's on a string... Love 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 us and plans and things that we could do... (I need you NOW don't leave me...)