Text: John Hiatt. Girl on a String.

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
Hes got that 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
Shes strung out on his childish demands
To meet him out by the backyard swing
Hes 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

She carries his baby straddled on her hipbone
And theres another on the way, just wait till 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