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