Just tell me
what you want them to hear.
I'll say it twice
then another time.
Until I can convince their ears,
the voice they hear is mine.
They think its magic, darling!
They gather round for just a peak.
Even though your lips
aren't seen parting,
they know
you're controlling me.
Inanimate without you,
locked in a pretty box, I'm trapped.
Until you want to put on a show,
And place your hand upon my back.
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