The Death of Girl Number Two

Beneath your thick skin,
 There must have been a creature
 Controlling you like a marionette robot.
 Or else how could you have said those things?
 Or else how could you have stopped your heart?
 I did the autopsy with my scalpel
 And found that, yes, my brand new theory was true.
 And the creature was a nasty bugger
 And she bit my arm clear right through,
 But now i know that wasn't really you, girl number two.
 "the death of girl number two," read the first line,
 Written by a fond paper columnist,
 "actually happened in the 20's
 And since she's been inhabited by an oddly whimsical creature.
 She was a marionette to its hand."
 Full stop. and then the whole story.
 And everyone sighed when it ran.