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There's a hand on a wire that leads to my mouthI can hear you knocking but I'm not coming outDon't want to be a puppet or a ventriloquistCause there's no ventilation on a critical listFingers creeping up my spine are not mine to resistStrict timeToughen up, toughen upKeep your lip buttoned upStrict timeOh the muscles flex and the fingers curlAnd a cold sweat breaks out on the sweater girlStrict timeOh he's all hands, don't touch that dialThe courting cold wars weekend witch trialStrict timeAll the boys are straight laced and the girls are frigidThe talk is two-faced and the rules are rigid 'cause it's strict timeStrict timeToughen up, toughen upKeep your lip buttoned upStrict timeYou talk in hushed tones, I talk in lush tonesLetras de cancionesTry to look Italian through the musical ValiumStrict timeThinking of grand larcenySmoking the everlasting cigarette of chastityCute assistants staying aliveMore like a hand job than the hand jiveStrict timeToughen up, toughen upKeep your lip buttoned upStrict time From Letras Mania