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I’ve got no strings to hold me down

To tie me to my fret and frown

To be placed inside a child’s mind

As he plays with me

Such an airhead is I

But I cannot be settled down

There are no strings on me!

My chubby cheeks are free

To glide on through the air

That’s the pinnacle of liberty

Torch in m hand up high

Book under arm

I am Pinocchio

There are no strings

Under my only armpit

Float away, do I,

There are no strings on me!

There is no hair to tie up

To the ground

To braid together

I’m a bald balloon

And there are no strings on me!