she held two puppets
with her hands up it was all right
she made them laugh and sing at night
like a star
she had two puppets
cute and so furry little guys
then she put them up to her thighs
there for hours
there they held tightly
feeling a rapture grow
be it wrongly or rightly
and what was left, gone was the show of
two puppets
now in their place there'll always be
childhood now gone, the memories
now with beers
I can still dream two puppets
with no fears