It's What You Want That Matters

And this is for you

You must know it's for you

What else can I think about?

I knocked on your door

Until my fingers were sore

Although I'd guessed you were out

And what do I need?

Is it hunger or greed

That has brought me here?

And what will I find?

Aren't we two of a kind?

Oh I take back everything

I didn't mean a thing

And when you pull the strings I don't think you feel a thing

Don't forget what I say

We can be back in one day

We can borrow your mother's car

Don't sing me that song

I've been here for too long

Oh you couldn't have looked that far

Did you look very far?

I seem to recall

You said nothing at all

The day that this letter came

It must have been sent

By the friend of a friend

Oh now I forget his name

I'm really not to blame!

And when you pull the strings I don't think you feel a thing

Oh do you feel a thing?

And when you pull the strings I don't think you feel a thing