My name is Jill

I lost my soul and the fresh beating heart?
Was it gone, stolen or eaten by the shark?
Upon my body he gave the beautiful dress
I ware it everyday and night and now it just a mess

With string that attach around my body
What a nice thread like your evening outfit milady
I can not move freely at my will
Whenever I moved they delighted with thrill

Here the story about a damsel in distress
She can not sleep because of bad mattress
Come the prince with shinning armor
His mother was ugly according to rumours

That is not about me just a story from my master
He is a marionette with first name Carter
Hither-thither with his dying pet
Now you know I am nothing but a puppet

P/s: Freaky is not a puppet but a freak