| She thinks you don't know what she says about you | |
| If your grass is green or your eyes are blue | |
| Or a hundred other reasons she will scheme her little schemes | |
| She put you where you are now in her dreams | |
| And maybe she is blinded | |
| By her own imaginings | |
| But even when you're deafened | |
| By all her whisperings | |
| She'll still think she's silently pulling the strings | |
| She's got a habit that she can't afford | |
| Of telling you about the points that she's scored | |
| Or maybe she just wants to give her little game away | |
| But it's curious way to be spending the day | |
| And maybe she is blinded | |
| By her own imaginings | |
| But even when you're deafened | |
| By all her whisperings | |
| She'll still think she's silently pulling the strings |