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