She was all alone
She looked round and around
Forever searching
Incessant drudgery
But she had that someone wrapped up in a box
Sticking pins and needles through the tiny cracks
She had someone she owned
And it's hard to confess
I was that someone
And she could care less
She's got (she's got)
A cause (she thinks she has)
Least I have my address
In her stranglehold
Lived my life around her
And I lived my life as I was told
Had me coming and going and coming and going like a toy
Turned me from a man into a sniveling little boy
She's got (she's got)
A cause (she thinks she has)

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Writer(s): AL JOURGENSEN