Man On A String (Howe Gelb)

nothing but a cold floor under my feat and outside the wind blows blustery nothing but a ghost knocking on my door all because you can’t send me love no more chorus send me no more love it would only stand to make me sick send me love no more I would only get back in what I got out real quick I knew a man that would talk a good game words sweet as syrup pouring down like rain one fateless night fooling around down town when that girl came in you could hear the sap hit the ground now I know a girl with a man on a string she likes to see how much he could take with a come on and little heart break she swore she didn’t need anymore then all she could take nothing but a cold floor under my feat and outside the wind blows bitterly nothing but a ghost knocking on my door all because you can’t send me love no more repeat chorus