Girl On A String - John Hiatt

Well he’s got her going up and down like a yo-yo

And she never feels better than ever, just so-so

Like a shrunken head on a rear view mirror

She rides along in his atmosphere

Like furry dice or some voodoo thing

He’s got that girl on a string

Girl on a string

Since they tied the knot he keeps her in stitches

And when she ain’t banged up, she’s sewing his britches

Like a line between the orange juice cans

She’s strung out on his childish demands

To meet him out by the backyard swing

He’s got that girl on a string

Girl on a string, just a little play toy

Girl on a string, for a little bad boy

Girl on a string, he’s dragging her around

Girl on a string, he’s tying her down

Well she carries his baby straddled on her hipbone

And theres another on the way, just wait 'til they get home

The deeper into darkness they get

The more she sees the silhouette

Of a girl who wanted pretty things

Not that girl on a string

Girl on a string

Girl on a string, just a little play toy

Girl on a string, for a little bad boy

Girl on a string, he’s dragging her around

Girl on a string, he’s tying her down

Well he’s got her going up and down like a yo-yo

And she never feels better than ever, just so-so

Like a shrunken head on a rear view mirror

She rides along in his atmosphere

Like furry dice or some voodoo thing

He’s got that girl on a string

Girl on a string

Girl on a string

Girl on a string

Girl on a string