Pulling The Strings

She thinks you don't know what she says about you

If your grass is green or your eyes are blue

Or a hundred other reasons she will scheme her little schemes

She put you where you are now in her dreams



And maybe she is blinded

By her own imaginings

But even when you're deafened

By all her whisperings

She'll still think she's silently pulling the strings



She's got a habit that she can't afford

Of telling you about the points that she's scored

Or maybe she just wants to give her little game away

But it's curious way to be spending the day



And maybe she is blinded

By her own imaginings

But even when you're deafened

By all her whisperings

She'll still think she's silently pulling the strings