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I’m Your Puppet – Elton John

Pull the string and I’ll wink at you, I’m your puppet
I’ll do funny things if you want me to, I’m your puppet

I’ll be yours to have and to hold
Darling you’ve got full control of your puppet

Pull another string and I’ll kiss your lips, I’m your puppet
Snap your finger and I’ll turn you some flips, I’m your puppet

Your every wish is my command
All you gotta do is wiggle your little hand
I’m your puppet, I’m your puppet

I’m just a toy, just a funny boy
That makes you laugh when you’re blue
I’ll be wonderful, do just what I’m told
I’ll do anything for you
I’m your puppet, I’m your puppet

Pull them little strings and I’ll sing you a song, I’m your puppet
Make me do right or make me do wrong, I’m your puppet

Treat me good and I’ll do anything
I’m just a puppet an you hold my string, I’m your puppet
Yeah, I’m your puppet

Walking, talking, living, loving puppet
I’m hanging on a string girl, I’ll do anything now

I’m a walking, talking, living, loving puppet, and I love you

I’m a smiling happy face when you want me to
Even make you happy when you’re feeling blue

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White Lady White Powder – Elton John

Dust settles on a thin cloud
Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd
I’ve had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours
Staring at a line of white powder

High-priced madness pays the tab
I’ve scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag
I’m a catatonic son of a bitch who’s had
A touch too much of white powder

And she’s a habit I can’t handle
For a reason I can’t say
I’m in love with a wild white lady
She’s as sweet as the stories say
White powder white lady
You’re one and the same
Come on down to my house won’t you
And hit this boy again

Shock waves to a tired brain
Sends that hungry lady to my door again
She’s my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain
Entertaining white powder

I feel I’m dry-docked and tongue-tied
Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride
I might just escape while the others might die
Riding on a high of white powder

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The Ballad Of Danny Bailey – Elton John

Some punk with a shotgun killed young Danny Bailey
In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel
Killed him in anger, a force he couldn’t handle
Helped pull the trigger that cut short his life
And there’s not many knew him the way that we did
Sure enough he was a wild one, but then aren’t most hungry kids

Now it’s all over Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in
Dillinger’s dead
I guess the cops won again
Now it’s all over Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in

We’re running short of heroes back up here in the hills
Without Danny Bailey we’re gonna have to break up our stills
So mark his grave well `cause Kentucky loved him
Born and raised a proper, I guess life just bugged him
And he found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived by
A running gun youngster in a sad restless age

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Holiday Inn – Elton John

Boston at last and the plane’s touching down
Our hostess is handing the hot towels around
From a terminal gate to a black limousine
It’s a ten minute ride to the Holiday Inn

Boredom’s a pastime that one soon acquired
Where you get to the stage where you’re not even tired
Kicking your heels till the time comes around
To pick up your bags and head out of town

Slow down Joe, I’m a rock and roll man
I’ve twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands
And you ain’t seen nothing till you’ve been
In a motel baby like the Holiday Inn

Oh I don’t even know if it’s Cleveland or Maine
With the buildings as big and rooms just the same
And the TV don’t work and the French fries are cold
And the room service closed about an hour ago

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