My house in Budapest. My hidden treasure chest. Golden grand piano. My beautiful Castillo. You. You. I'd leave it all. My acres of a land. I have achieved. It may be hard for you to. Stop and believe
I can't imagine a symphony, without strings. And what good are tennis shoes, without strings. One without the other just can't be complete. What about us, what about you and me Without strings
I've got no strings. To hold me down. To make me fret, or make me frown. I had strings. But now I'm free. There are no strings on me. Hi-ho the me-ri-o. That's the only way to go. I want the
happened to our innocence?. Did it go out of style?. Along with our naivety. No longer a child Different eyes see different things. Different hearts beat on different strings. But there are times for
words. All the strings attached girl. All the strings attached girl. Oh, yeah. Met this girl when I was 3 years old. We were holding hands tight so I'm told. And it felt like an eternity. Said it
