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