(N. Walusko)







She doesn't love, she doesn't hate,



She doesn't even have a heart for you to break



And she can think, who ever knew?



So much for thinking all her thoughts just come from you







Li'l Ms. Puppet Grrl of candy and plaster



Little puppet girl: it's those strings they're after







Is she a doll, is she alive,



Is she a miracle of modern CGI?



And what I'd give to be like her,



A sideways figure eight, the eye of Jupiter--pop that







Li'l Ms. Puppet Grrl, all candied and plastered



Little puppet girl: it's the strings I'm after







All the other girls are sugar and plastic



All the other grrls will get their licks



You don't have to have no silicone magic



Or nothing they can fix







Is she a doll, is she alive,



Is she a miracle of modern CGI?



Claymation tears sparkle like stars



Stop-motion crickets singing on the moons of Mars for the







Li'l Ms. Puppet Grrl, all candied and plastered



A holiday TV world and no stings to attach her



And no strings will attach her...