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