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