Baby Bugs - Puppeteer

It's quite funny how they
Say they love you but they'll
Always stab you in the back
You think you need someone
You follow everyone
I know you just can't make it on your own
But baby now you're all alone

Don't run away
This is your fate
Arms and legs are tied behind your back
Your one grain of salt
And it's all your fault
I am your pretty puppeteer
Pathetic and small

Get down and crawl
Like a little spider
I've got you in my web
Your one grain of sand
I've got you in my hand now
I am your pretty puppeteer

I'm in your head all the time
You say you're feeling fine
I watch you while you while you sleep
I know you're not what they all thought
In fact I know you're not
You can fake it baby but I know
You need me cause I told you so

Don't run away
This is your fate
Arms and legs are tied behind your back
Your one grain of salt
And it's all your fault
I am your pretty puppeteer
Pathetic and small

Get down and crawl
Like a little spider
I've got you in my web
Your one grain of sand
I've got you in my hand now I am your pretty puppeteer

Your bodies aching for me
My face is all you see
But you won't admit it little bitch
Hungry for something now
And only you know how
To satisfy my hunger how I like

Just close your eyes
I'll take a bite
Don't run away
This is your fate
Arms and legs are tied behind your back
Your one grain of salt
And it's all your fault
I am your pretty puppeteer
Pathetic and small
Get down and crawl
Like a little spider
I've got you in my web
Your one grain of sand
I've got you in my hand now
I am your pretty puppeteer

Written by:
Andrew Ertzner, Ben Seay, Bowie Rabas, Tanner High

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, LAUREN RECORDS PUBLISHING

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