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Well, I woke up morning here's a girl in my bed How did she get Was it something I said? I don't understand it but somehow it She visits me in invisible
and over I try to explain How did girl get into my veins? Did somebody send her? Was it my wings? And how does she touch my invisible
Invisible strings, strings are a few of my favorite things Now it's all over when the fat sings I'll still be playing my invisible
Well, maybe she don't a world of her own Maybe she's using me just like a And sometimes she's cool and she stings And I'm all tangled up in strings
strings, invisible strings These are a few of my things When you're black and I'm wearing wings We'll still be playing those strings
Well, she never leaves, I'm alone I ain't in the book but she's calling home I to lose her watch the TV But woman's always picking on me
Well, there's strings my body, strings round my heart I'd like to know the string pulling starts I'd give to meet the angel who sends ink to my invisible pen Give me again
Invisible strings, invisible These are a few of my things you're wearing black and I'm wearing wings We'll still be playing our strings, oh yeah
strings, invisible strings Well, these are a few of my things Now it's all over when the fat sings We'll be playing our invisible strings, oh oh oh yeah
strings, invisible strings Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh (We'll still be playing our strings)