You Pull My Strings (live)
September 16, 2007Scott Downes No Comments »“Hey little man, are you made of wood?
You never seem to do the things you say you should.”
Starting to wonder if I even could
Starting to think I’m gonna be this way for good
Then you pull my strings
And for a moment I could do anything
When you pull my strings
I look up and see the lines above me swing
I shuffled through the dance, my intentions were pristine
It’s no fair reminding me my heart is neoprene
If I could drink, I’d have a drink from your canteen
If I could eat, I’d have a taste of your cuisine
Cause you pull my strings
And for a moment I could do anything
When you pull my strings
I look up and see the lines above me swing
So while I dangle, while you kindly oversee
Please don’t forget I possess a longing to be free
And what a cost there is to cut me loose from thee
And what a jumbled, humbled mixed-up pile of me
Cause you pull my strings
And for a moment I could do anything
When you pull my strings
I look up and see the lines above me swing
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