| Well he’s 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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| He’s got that girl on a string
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| 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, she’s sewing his britches
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| Like a line between the orange juice cans
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| She’s strung out on his childish demands
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| To meet him out by the backyard swing
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| He’s 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, he’s dragging her around
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| Girl on a string, he’s tying her down
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| Well she carries his baby straddled on her hipbone
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| And theres another on the way, just wait 'til 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
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| 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, he’s dragging her around
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| Girl on a string, he’s tying her down
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| Well he’s 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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| He’s got that girl on a string
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| Girl on a string
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| Girl on a string
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| Girl on a string
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| Girl on a string |