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