Arm up, leg down
Move me anyway as you take hold.
Because you were the one who spun
My strings made of gold.

The thought occurs everyday
To regain my own control.
But I fight the urge to cut loose
Because beautiful are my strings of gold

It does not matter if you are made of stone
I do not care if your heart is cold.
You can always make me dance
As long as my strings are gold.