One, two, three      Well, I woke up this morning here's a girl in my bed   How did she get there? Was it something I said?   I don't understand it but somehow it seems   She visits me in invisible dreams      Over and over I try to explain   How did that girl get into my veins?   Did somebody send her? Was it my velvet wings?   And how does she touch my invisible strings?      Invisible strings, invisible strings   These are a few of my favorite things   Now it's all over when the fat lady sings   I'll still be playing my invisible strings      Well, maybe she don't have a world of her own   Maybe she's using me just like a phone   And sometimes she's cool and sometimes she stings   And I'm all tangled up in invisible strings      Invisible strings, invisible strings   These are a few of my favorite things   When you're wearing black and I'm wearing wings   We'll still be playing those invisible strings      Well, she never leaves, I'm never alone   I ain't in the book but she's still calling home   I tried to lose her watch the TV   But that woman's always picking on me      Well, there's strings round my body, strings round my heart   I'd like to know where the string pulling starts   I'd give anything to meet the angel who sends   Invisible ink to my invisible pen   Give me once again      Invisible strings, invisible strings   These are a few of my favorite things   When you're wearing black and I'm wearing wings   We'll still be playing our invisible strings, oh yeah      Invisible strings, invisible strings   Well, these are a few of my favorite things   Now it's all over when the fat lady sings   We'll still be playing our invisible strings, oh oh oh yeah      Invisible strings, invisible strings   Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah   Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah   (We'll still be playing our invisible strings)