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