You pull the string, she's your plaything You can make her or break her, it's true You abuse her, accuse her, turn around and use her Then forsake her any time it suits you
Well, there's more to her than powder and paint Than her peroxided, bleached out hair Well, if she acts that way, it's cause you had your day Don't upt her down, you helped put her there
She hangs around playing the clown While her soul is aching inside She's heartbreak's child cause she just lives for your smile To build her up in a world made by men At the house sown the way, you sneak and you pay For the love, her body, her shame Then you call yourself a man, you say you just don't understand How a woman could turn out that way
Well, there's more to her that power and paint Than the men she picks up at the bar Well, if she acts that way, it's cause you had your day Don't put her down, you helped put her there.