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girl on a string |
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Well
hes got her going up and down like a yo-yo |
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And
she never feels better than ever, just so-so |
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Like
a shrunken head on a rear view mirror |
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She
rides along in his atmosphere |
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Like
furry dice or some voodoo thing |
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Hes
got that girl on a string |
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Since
they tied the knot he keeps her in stitches |
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And
when she ain't banged up, shes sewing his britches |
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Like
a line between the orange juice cans |
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Shes
strung out on his childish demands |
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To
meet him out by the backyard swing |
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Hes
got that girl on a string |
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Girl
on a string, just a little play toy |
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Girl
on a string, for a little bad boy |
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Girl
on a string, hes dragging her around |
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Girl
on a string, hes tying her down |
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She
carries his baby straddled on her hipbone |
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And
theres another on the way, just wait till they get home |
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The
deeper into darkness they get |
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The
more she sees the silhouette |
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Of
a girl who wanted pretty things |
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Not
that girl on a string |