Man on a String Songtext
von Howe Gelb

Nothing but a cold floor under my feet
Outside, the wind blows bitterly
Nothing but a ghost knocking on my door
All because you don′t send me love no more

Send me no more love
It would only stand to make me sick
Send me no more love
I would only get back in what I got out real quick

I know a man who could talk a good game
Words as sweet as syrup would fall out of him like rain
Then one fateful night fooling around downtown
When that girl came in, you could hear the sap really hit the ground


Now I know a girl with a man on a string
She loves to see how much he can take
With a gun and a little heartache
She swore she didn't need any more than all she could take

Nothing but a cold floor under my feet
Outside, the rain turned to sleet
Nothing but a ghost knocking on my door
All because she can′t send me love anymore

I know a girl with a man on a string
She loves to see how much he can take
With a gun and a little heartache
She swore she didn't need any more than all she could take

Le fin!