Texty: John Hiatt. Two Bit Monster. String Pull Job.

Bring it in tight and cut to her face

Fade up the lights 'till it wipes out the place

Put on your pants cause she's put out a trace on you



She's found a future it's been localized



Brought out the sutures and clamps for your eyes

Made the incision and no one's suprised but you



CHORUS:

String pull job

Nobody's finer

She's got you sewn up

With the one-liners

She's doin that jerk

She's doin that jerk

She's pulling it tighter



You aim the projector away from the screen

It doesn't affect her she's seen through the scene

Throwin' out lines 'till she finds one that means you'll do



You're thinking of sins so you can confess



But who's gonna come in and clean up the mess

When she takes a bow and you take off the dress OOOh ooooh



REPEAT CHORUS



String pull job

String pull job

String pull job

String pull job

Jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk