Pull me in,
then let me go.
It's no big deal,
she wont know.
You have no strings
Your arms are free
To love me by the Zuider Zee
If you would woo
and pull me in.
I'd bust my strings for you.
But no strings on this boy,
just girls, keep playing pretend.
You'll keep raking them in,
like its just money to spend.
You're no one now,
ain't got no ties.
Just alone in the world,
with your greed and lies.
He's got no strings
So he'll have fun
He's not tied up to anyone
They've got strings
But you can see
There are no strings on him.
You play them
like they're your toys.
You'll **** with them,
but they don't make no noise.
You do nothing but use them,
and make them sad.
Then pull up with
a "oops my bad."
This is where it stops,
not going to pretend.
This is where I leave,
where the game ends.
I've got no strings
To hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings
But now I'm free
There are no strings on me...
Apr 13, 2010
Apr 13, 2010 at 3:25 PM UTC
Pull me in,
then let me go.
It's no big deal,
she wont know.
You have no strings
Your arms are free
To love me by the Zuider Zee
If you would woo
and pull me in.
I'd bust my strings for you.
But no strings on this boy,
just girls, keep playing pretend.
You'll keep raking them in,
like its just money to spend.
You're no one now,
ain't got no ties.
Just alone in the world,
with your greed and lies.
He's got no strings
So he'll have fun
He's not tied up to anyone
They've got strings
But you can see
There are no strings on him.
You play them
like they're your toys.
You'll **** with them,
but they don't make no noise.
You do nothing but use them,
and make them sad.
Then pull up with
a "oops my bad."
This is where it stops,
not going to pretend.
This is where I leave,
where the game ends.
I've got no strings
To hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings
But now I'm free
There are no strings on me...
Abigaille Warmington - Copy Right 2010