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it together
'Cause boy got my heart
Balloon on a string
Every single time
You take me high
I wanna sing and
Hold you forever
And ever
Hold you forever

De

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Tighten Up V.1 (Remixes)

1992

on a string now
Am I your plaything

You never told me you were waiting, contemplating
With my heart, my love
You never told me you were waiting,

Hangin' on a String (Contemplating)

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A Little Spice

1985

your plaything

You never told me you were waiting,contemplating
With my heart,my love
You never told me you were waiting,contemplating
With my heart,my

Oh, you can call me anytime
Any day and anywhere
'Cause I love you, boy

And I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Boys, boys
Boys, boys

We

This is Britain uncovered
In London there's bare
Hunger in certain boroughs
That's where my manor is
You see all kinds
White collars to scavengers

Talkin' World War III Blues

Bob Dylan

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964 - Concert at Philharmonic Hall

2004

by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin'
You see what happened last time they started"

Well, I seen

called her by her real name
It's crazy, everybody wanted her it's scary
For shitty thoughts and reasons and that's why they moving lazy
But me I put my all

could really kill tonight
When I die wanna know I lived a full life
Pulled on my heart strings
Only strings I touch are the strings on my fender
At it all

miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so

I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain

Now

cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just

your plaything?
You never told me you were waiting, contemplating
With my heart, my love
You never told me you were waiting, contemplating
With my heart

me
Like how could that be?
So undeserving
Of this great lie
Pull my strings
Make me feel good
I'm lit and shit at the same time
Rubber band my feelings

was doing your bidding.
I am the only true king.
Gave you my heart and soul.
Fell into my hands as you played the fool.
It was all a lie. It was all

now I see who you be 

I wish that boy never came talk to me (you be)
Taken me on dinner movie dates (you, you be)
Told that boy stopped playing in my

that green like I'm a Rasta
Jumpin up and down I'm pulling strings like I'm a rockstar
Boy you just a bitch you ain't on shit boy you are not hard

Bitch

Talking World War III Blues

Bob Dylan

Don't Look Back

1967

a Communist

Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
I said, let's go and play Adam and Eve
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she

that-tha, that girl
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl
No, no, no, no
Don't phunk with my heart
No, no, no, no
Don't phunk with my heart
I wonder if I

Slow vibe huh
That's my kinda thing

She go vibe with the boy
Smoke loud with the boy
Come fly with the boy
Eshey o shey
Eshey o shey
That's my kinda

long
See whatcha do whatcha do to me
You strum the strings
The strings of my heart you are the beat
Yeah the beat of my life
The music feels right with

the strings down 
Pull the bars out 
Crimson red yeah Ima pull your heart out 
Don't give me that look 
Just give me that smirk
Come over and lets see how well

heart
That you had for the sake of my art
Longing for beauty that'll never depart
Turn you into a pawn, you shoulda known from the start 
Master

g-string
Put my hand into hellfire
I did it all to make you love me
And to feel alive

Oh, that's just the world that we're living in
The old boys hold

intergalactic traveler
What the fuck you smoking, that you think I'm joking huh
Best back off don't provoke me, imma hold my heart
Feel the pain, go insane, my

it to my heart
Talking bout your scars like
They’re my work of art
Still convinced that I can
Pull you from the dark
By begging on your knees you
Push